Claimed by the Wolf. Saranna DeWylde

her die either. The thought of watching her incinerate while he protected himself with his magic was a poison dagger that twisted in his gut and ripped something vital from him.

      Decision made, the Mark of Zoranna on his neck burned as he summoned his power. It crackled in violent spears of lightning that struck the earth, and he dragged her against him just as the bomb hit.

      Heat blasted through his shields, but it was nothing compared to the fire that the feel of her nakedness pressed against his body ignited in him. His flesh remembered what it was like to touch her, taste her and have her wrapped around him while she cried out in ecstasy. His cock didn’t care what was beneath her skin. Only that she felt like heaven.

      Even with his silver, his weapons and his lies, she came into his arms so easily. The world was on fire and burned to ash around them, but the only thing that mattered in this moment out of time was touching her.

      “Beth,” he said, his voice thick.

      “Don’t,” she pleaded. “Aren’t I broken enough?”

      “I’ll put you back together,” he swore. “This was always good between us, and I swear to the Goddess it was real.”

      “You don’t have to keep lying.”

      He gripped her tighter against him so she could feel his arousal. “Does this feel like a lie?”