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571 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 13, 2025
“Just stop calling me Detective Dickface and we can call it even.” My face split into a grin. I looked directly at him, broadcasting loudly… What about in my own head?
“No.”
Aww, but you love it, though.
“I really, really don’t.”
He sighed, long and deep, a sound of resignation. “Yes, Rory. Yes, I like you.”
“But do you like, like me?”
Rory’s euphoria flooded through our connection, his climax building in tandem with mine. The double sensation—my own physical pleasure layered with the echo of his—was overwhelming.
“I mean, my wolf basically took one look at you and went ‘that one, definitely that one, yes please with a cherry on top.’”
He kissed me like I was moonlight and he’d been lost in darkness.
Raindrops-lemongrass-mine angry. Don’t like. I fix. Launch myself at him. Full weight. Knock backwards into heather. Pin shoulders. Lick face‑neck-everywhere. Salt-sweat-fear taste. Mine-mine-mine.
“Rory, what the hell—” Muffled under my tongue.
Lick harder. Joy bubbles up. Found him. Safe now. GAAAAH 😭🐺🥹🥰
“What we have right here is pretty darn complicated.”
“Well, maybe I like complicated things more than I thought I would.”
"Well, you said you accidentally bonded us. So I wasn’t sure—”
I cut him off with another kiss, to his mouth this time. “Trust me, the accidental bit was just the timing. I mean, my wolf basically took one look at you and went ‘that one, definitely that one, yes please with a cherry on top.’ But like I said, if this is too much for you—if I’m too much for you—we can try and—”
Now it was Maxwell’s turn to stop me, smashing his lips into mine. Then he kissed me, soft and sweet under the Highland sky. Our bond sang between us, a perfect harmony that made my wolf purr. I pressed closer, practically trying to climb inside his jacket, while Maxwell’s grip tightened as if he could absorb me into himself, keep me safe in the circle of his arms. Like he never wanted to let me go, like he wanted to keep me safe and close forever. He still smelled like me—my scent clinging to his skin beneath the crisp Highland air and his own familiar warmth. Mine.
"Rory," I said, quite seriously. "You're impossible to ignore."-ˏˋ⋆⋆ˊˎ-
"Wild thing wreathed in silver light, Beauty carved from moon and night."