As far out of reach as Layna had been for all this time. An impossibility. She wasn’t so far out of reach now. He pushed inside her once again, slow and gentle, imagining it was his cock instead of his fingers. Imagining she let him take her like a real mate. Imagining she truly wanted him like that and not because of the drugs or the need to heal. It felt like a dream, yet he knew he was awake. A familiar ache bloomed in his chest. Her words, her declaration. It was bittersweet. A poison for his soul because he’d needed to hear them for so long yet he knew they weren’t true. They were drug-induced. What was real was the goodbye kiss underneath the mistletoe. Or the way she kept him at a friendly distance day in and day out. That was the truth of them. Their reality. She’d never let him touch her like this if she wasn’t so in need of the bond that would heal her.
What do You think about Merrily Mated (Ouachita Mountain Shifters 3)?
