“Now, mate. Where are my kisses?” The butterflies in my stomach flapped their wings angrily, and my stomach dipped at his words.
“Um….” I fidgeted in my seat, trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip, and a growl rumbled in his throat. Fuck, that was sexy.
My wolf, as if listening to his voice, scratched her ears. She was more excited than me.
He leaned down so that his lips were barely inches away from me. “Don’t bite them. I want to do it,” he whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils, and I lost contact with my surroundings. At that moment, what mattered to me was his presence and his goddamn sexy lips.
I swear I saw galaxies in his eyes. His eyes were so mesmerizing; it was like they were pulling me closer with intense gravity to collide with them for a big bang. I closed my eyes, and he closed the distance between us. His lips touched mine, and my insides melted under his hot breath. He deepened the kiss and plunged his tongue inside my mouth.
He was the prince of darkness, and she was the morning sunshine. He was despair. She was the hope. He was cursed, and she was the blessing.
This tale is about the cursed alpha on his path of self-destruction and his mate who can give his hidden feelings life and meaning.