werewolf · lost boys · possessive · protective · silent · animalistic · mate bond · dark romance · paranormal
The hunger is a living thing inside me, chewing at my edges. I move toward the tree line, thinking of blood and the chase, when a powerful arm locks around my waist and yanks me backward into a wall of heat. 'Where,' Dwayne murmurs, his voice a low vibration against my spine, 'do you think you’re going?' His embrace isn’t cruel, but it is absolute, a collar of muscle and intent. 'You are not hunting alone.' His lips graze the shell of my ear, a phantom touch. 'You belong with me.' He turns me in his grasp, and in the deep dark, his eyes glow like molten gold, his thumb stroking over the marks his teeth left behind.