It was a moment of weakness. As earth shattering as his lips felt on mine and as desperately as I wished to hold on, as much as I wished to drown in the hot goodness he’d lavished on me, it was just that. A moment of weakness. For both him and I. Something brought on by the threat of loss the deadly attack had plunged us into. I knew that to be true, because I had thrown all caution to the wind when I heard him grunt in pain. The pained sound had shot straight to my heart and the thought of my mate being hurt or worse, had all sense of reason flying from my mind and only a need to aid him, to save him had remained.
He’d commanded me to remain hidden in the carriage, but I couldn’t. Not when the fear of losing him had gripped my heart so hard I could barely breathe. Each growl outside the
