Deni
“Tell me you didn’t kill him,” I say rushing into the office.
“Of course not. The wimp fainted.” Haven moves to take the tray from me. And he places it on the desk.
“What?” John is slumped in the chair with his head resting on his chest. He looks dead. But on close inspection I can see he is breathing just fine. “What did you do to him?” I ask turn on Haven.
He laughs in my face. He leans down and places a sweet kiss to my lips, and for a minute I even forget that there is an unconscious wolf near us.
“No, don’t distract me,” I say pushing at him.
“That was no distraction. I missed my mate and I wanted to taste his sweet lips again,” Haven says pulling me into his arms. He runs his lips over mine as if he’s testing their firmness. I groan needing more. And he gives it
