Chapter 129
Annalise
A low hum vibrated against my neck. “Missed me?”
I sucked in a sharp breath. I didn’t invite you.”
His lips brushed against my skin, hot and teasing, trailing from the curve of my shoulder to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I don’t need an invitation to come to my mate.”
A sharp nip made my breath hitch.
His voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “And your body is screaming that you’ve been waiting for me desperately.”
Heat flared in my cheeks, but my anger burned hotter.
I had been waiting. But he didn’t get to know that.
I turned in his arms, facing him fully.
I was bare.
He was clothed.
Dark, imposing, with an authority that made the air feel charged. He looked the same—handsome, predatory—but there was something else beneath the surface, something he was
