Amy woke me the next morning trailing soft kisses down the side of my neck. “Mmm. You smell so good.” He growled next to my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. He licked and nipped a path to the Mark at the nape of my neck, brushing my hair out of the way as he went. When his mouth finally met my Mark, he held my nape between his teeth, not quite breaking the skin, but holding it securely so he could tongue at it with another soft growl. Fire raced through my veins and I arched back into his hold, scrabbling for his head, but encountering a hot, membranous wing instead. Heat danced over my hand and flames flickered down my forearm which made me gasp and nearly lurch out of Amy’s grasp. But he growled again and held me tighter, a hand sliding down over my stomach to lodge between