Page 169 of Wolf Blood

"I... feel things for you. Strong things. I want to live for you too, Harper. I want to livewithyou. Sharing candy bars. Teasing each other. Driving each other insane. I like what we have. I love what we have. I loveyou." He held my gaze, his expression as intense as it was uncertain. "I don't expect you to feel the sameway, but I wanted you to know before I do the werewolf version of devolving. You deserve to know."

He stared at me.

I stared back.

If I didn't want to respond, I knew he'd never force me.

I wanted to respond, though.

My throat felt thick, and I was blinking a little too fast."I feel strong things for you too. I want to live with you too. I?—"

He crushed his lips to mine.

I pulled away after a moment and said breathlessly, "You didn't let me finish."

"I knew what you were going to say."

He kissed me again.

I pulled away again. "What was I going to say?"

"That you love me as much as I love you. The thing is, Harp." He lowered his lips back to mine. They brushed mine as he spoke. "You've been mine from the beginning. Whether you loved me or hated me."

This time,Ikissedhim.

And I didn't pull away.

Rhone was the one who did that, with a grumble of, "I need to let you sleep so you have energy when breedingseason hits. You won't have hormones driving you."

"Who needs sleep?" I tossed back.

"You do." He pulled me to his chest. "I won't be sane enough to ask for permission. You need to leave the room and lock the door if you want space from me. Think of me as being devolved through it," he warned.

"You keep saying this. I keep reminding you that I won't want space."

"But if you do?—"

"I don't, Rhone."

He pulled me closer. "Then get some rest."

"I will," I mumbled.

Rhone loved me.

He was my friend. Almost my best friend, though Bloom still had that particular trophy.

He thought I was perfect, too.

What more could I want?

Rhone wokeme up when he slid inside me, making me moan around his erection. I didn't know at what point during the night he'd pulled out. Or whether it had been intentional or not.

Butgod, he fit perfectly inside me.

He growled mindless compliments as he drove into me over and over.

"You're so fucking sexy."