Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
She storms past me on the way to the door, but then suddenly spins around to face me. “We’ll see about that. Thank you for… helping with the dragon shifter—”
“Saving you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Thank you for helping me with the dragon shifter, but it’s been a long night and I’m leaving. I’ll come by the station tomorrow.”
“You’re not leaving,” I tell her.
She crosses her arms and looks at me, daring me to try and stop her.
“There’s a dragon out there who wants you dead. You’re staying here.”
“Look, Mr. Frost,” she says with a bit of attitude in her voice. I love how fierce she is. I knew my mate would keep me on my toes and not be a meek shy girl, but a ball-buster like this. “I’m sleeping and going wherever I choose to go. Because I’m an independent woman and an FBI agent.”
“You’re also my mate,” I snap back. “And that trumps everything else. You’re staying here.”
Her mouth drops as my words hit her hard.
“Your… what?”
Chapter Six
Lily
Did he just say what I think he said?
Because I think Blake just said that I was his mate…
There’s so much to think about. He just admitted to killing Aylwin and Reginald Kirk. Those horrible monsters are off the streets. I feel immediate relief. I’m bound by duty to turn Blake in, but I already know that I won’t.
I can feel my allegiance shifting away from the Bureau toward him. It’s like something in him is pulling me forward, urging me closer to this man with the salt and pepper hair and kind hazel eyes.
“You’re my mate,” he repeats in a possessive tone. He’s watching me with a territorial look, staring at me like he already owns me. Why do I like it whenever he looks at me like that?
“That can’t be.” My hands are trembling. My heart is pounding. I know it’s true, even though I’m not ready to admit it just yet. “We don’t even know each other!”
“I know enough to know.”
“But I live in Miami!”
“And you think it’s a coincidence that brought you here?” he asks. “It’s fate.”
I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to clear it, but all I can see is his wicked eyes and knowing grin behind my eyelids.
“I know you feel it too,” he says softly. “We’re mates, Lily. There’s no denying it. I know you’re drawn to me. I could see your face when you saw my polar bear. There was no fear. Just recognition. You may have been pointing your gun at me, but I know you weren’t afraid.”
I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything.
“Do you think it’s normal to be facing down a giant polar bear and feel nothing but safe?”
I swallow hard and drop my eyes. “No.”
“Don’t you feel the electricity in the air crackling all around us? The sexual tension? The heat?”
I slowly look back into his eyes and can’t help but nod. I do feel it. The heat of desire is thick in the air between us and is getting even thicker.
My nipples start to harden and tingle as he steps toward me and takes my hand. I let him.
His hands are softer than I thought they’d be. They feel good wrapping protectively around mine.
I’m in a strange man’s house, but I don’t feel anything but safe and warm. Instinctively, I know he would never hurt me. I can see how protective he is. How nurturing. How caring.
But there’s more to him than that… I feel a hungry desire coming from him as well. A ravenous lust. A deep primal yearning for all of my tingling parts.
“We belong together, Lily,” he whispers as our bodies close the distance between us. “It cannot be avoided, so stop trying.”
“I just… how can I be sure?”
He decides to show me instead of telling me and his lips come crashing down onto mine. I moan as he wraps his muscular arms around me and pulls me against his hard chest as he kisses me deeper. His tongue slides against mine and it’s like lightning sparking through me.
A wave of heat flows from my core down to my pussy, making it burn with need and desire. My hormones have taken over—my brain no longer in control—and I stand on my toes and add more pressure to the kiss.
I’m sure now. The jury is in. The judge agrees. Blake Frost is my mate.
Nothing else can explain this.
It’s way too intense to be anything else.
After several breathless seconds, we pull away and stare into each other’s eyes. So much is being said in this stare even though our mouths aren’t moving.
It’s recognition. It’s surrender. It’s the realization that this is our destiny.
“Are you sure now?” he whispers in a rough hoarse voice.
“Yeah,” I say as I feel his hands tighten on my hips. “The doubts are gone.”