“Well, here we are.” His voice was deep, scratchy, almost inhuman. Since he’d come into her life it had been like this fire had started inside of Jessie, like she couldn’t breathe because the heat was too suffocating. It slowly burned brighter inside of her, and the longer she was in his presence the hotter it became. This was what it meant to have a mate, and it was this never-ending feeling of desire, pulling tighter and harder until she felt like she couldn’t breathe because of it. She’d felt guilty because of wanting Easton and losing Brenna so soon, but she knew this was what Brenna would have wanted. Her aunt would have wanted her happiness. Jessie shook her head, clearing her thoughts. In the short time since they’d found out they were mates she’d felt herself grow closer to Easton. It was strange feeling as if she were so engrained with another person. The sexually chemistry between them was intense, and she felt it consume her as if fire licked at her veins.
