The Alpha suite was breathtaking. The moment Jack closed the door, the world was reduced to the soft thud of finality and the powerful, intoxicating musk of my mate. All that existed was the primal, inescapable pull of the mate bond demanding to be sealed.
Jack turned to me, his body eclipsing the moonlight. The look in his aqua eyes was pure, focused hunger.
“No war tonight. Just us, Ame. I need to complete this bond. I need to make sure you know exactly where you belong,” he growled.
I launched myself into his arms. The scent of him—cedar, rain-slicked earth, and raw Alpha power—was a dizzying stimulant.
He carried me to the massive bed, and the process of stripping away our clothes became an agonizing form of foreplay. When the last garment was tossed aside, he inhaled deeply. “My,
