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“Everybody knows I have no control over Deacon. Our mother should have named him Loki. She swore he was the God of Mischief born again.”

“You’re not his. You’re mine.” She could hear the possessiveness in his voice. He bent his head, captured her mouth in a kiss and drew back. “I need to know you’re okay with that. Okay with being mine.”
Gemma wound her arms around his neck. “More than okay with that.”

“Why do you think I call you Starshine?” he whispered. “You shine brighter than any precious gem. When we first met, you reminded me of the stars on a clear night – bright, beautiful and completely out of my reach.”

“I’m not naked,” she pointed out.
“You’re wearing my clothes, with my scent all over your skin,” he smirked. “And you’re always naked in my head.”
Gemma shook her head. “There’s something wrong with you.”
“I hear that a lot.” He lifted his arm and draped it across her shoulders, tucking her in against his side.”

He rubbed his cheek against hers, heard her breath stutter. His fingers found the top two buttons of the shirt and popped them open, dragging the collar away from her throat.
“Will you forgive me now?”

“I’m here, Gemma. I’m alive.” He caught her hand, pressed her palm against his chest. “Do you feel that?” He waited for her jerky nod. “That’s my heart beating. It beats because of you.” His lips found the curve of her cheek. “It beats for you. Forgive me, Starshine.”

“Would I be right in thinking you forced a shift on everyone with your supernatural shit?” He waited for Cormac’s nod, and a devilish smile spread across his face. “Might want to check on Cassie, Shaun. If Gemma has a wolf, sure as shit Cassie will have one. I mightn’t be the only guy in this room having a new she-wolf to deal with.”

“I’m all yours, Starshine. Do as you will with me.”
Gemma stared down at him, eyes wide. She knew what he was doing. The man beneath her, a dominant wolf, an Alpha in his own right, was going against his nature, handing control of the situation to her. Gemma knew she could easily fall in love with him for it.”

“You need to stop.”
Blue eyes glinted from beneath thick lashes. “You wanted me once.”
“Still do,” he bit out.
“Damien changed everything.”
“He changed nothing.” Her hips rocked up against him, and he growled. “You’re killing me, Starshine.”
“I need this, Deacon,” she whispered. “I need you to do this for me.”

When Damien had taken her, his wolf had driven him crazy, wouldn’t let him rest until he had discovered where she’d been taken, and now…now the need to make Damien pay for hurting her …for touching her…was always at the front of his mind.That, and the overwhelming need to touch her, taste her for himself. His wolf wanted her. Hell, he wanted her, and he knew she had wanted him, at least until Damien had …

“Gemma had been kissed before. Deacon had kissed her before – each kiss being as different as the last. But had she ever been kissed like the man’s life depended on it for his survival?
But he isn’t a man, is he? A voice whispered in her head. He’s so much more than that and you should never forget what he is.”

I like to cook.”She slapped his hand away when he reached for a slice of cheese.“Starshine,” he protested. “Sweetheart,I’m starving here.”Gemma shook her head, refusing to smile.“I’ve never heard you whine before.”Baby, I’m a wolf. We whine, howl, and growl whenever the situation requires it.”Gemma laughed.“There’s something wrong with you.”Yes, there is.I’m wasting away from starvation.

“He wanted to bathe in her scent, mark her with his.
Fuck … fuck … fuck…
Deacon could feel his control slipping, his wolf moving ever closer to the surface.”

“He had backed her against a tree and attacked her mouth like it held the key to immortality and the only way to reach it was through pure unadulterated seduction. She had been kissed before, but never like that.”

“His female was stronger than she realised.
Deacon froze, jerked back, breaking their kiss and frowned.
His female? Where had that come from?”

“What’s my name, Gemma?” he whispered.
“Deacon.” His name came out as a low moan.
“Both those promises still stand. Nothing has changed. I know you said you didn’t want my promises, but some time soon, I’m going to make you scream my name so loud the whole fucking town will know who’s responsible for making you come,” he promised.”

“His wolf wanted this woman, had wanted her from the first time they met, had almost had her at that fateful barbecue, only to be thwarted by Jaden’s interruption. And now it wanted what it felt it was owed. This woman.. in his arms, in his bed, beneath him.
Don’t blame the wolf. You want her, too. You had a taste and it wasn’t enough.”