“You’re tall and muscular, with these brooding good looks and devouring obsidian eyes. You walk around with this devil-may-care attitude. But you’re also kind and gentle. And really, really strong.”
“Is that important?” he asked.
“Maybe, yes. I can’t say that if I was out hunting for a werewolf mate that I would be like, ‘Hey, who’s the weakest of the bunch? Yeah, I want you.’”
Kara chuckled and shook her head as she remembered the way he’d laughed. She’d been unable to take her eyes off him. He was beautiful. He’d taken her breath away. The memory of that same day continued, and she had no power to stop it, not that she wanted to.
“If I kiss you, I won’t be able to let you go. My wolf is already attached, as am I. But if you let me get even a small taste of you, my mate, I will follow
