Zarek captured her lips in a devastating, all-consuming kiss. It wasn't tender; it was a desperate, territorial branding. His large hands tangled into her dark curls, anchoring her face to his as his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of woodsmoke and pure, unadulterated Alpha hunger.
Roxy gasped into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, pulling him closer, entirely surrendering to his overwhelming heat.
Zarek pulled back just enough to look down at her, his golden eyes blazing like twin suns in the dim sapphire light of the cavern. He pushed her thighs apart with his knees, settling his heavy, heavily muscled hips perfectly against hers.
"You are mine," Zarek growled, his voice a raw, primal vibration in the echoing cave. "Not because a voice told you to be. Because my soul demands yours."
With a smooth, powerful thrust, he claimed her completely.
