“Does that make you mine?” I asked, and he grinned that wide wolfy smile that made him seem so much less dangerous than he was.
“The second you arrived late with a racing heart so full of fear but a tongue so sharp, I was yours.”
I grinned, remembering the ceremony. It seemed so long ago that it had happened, like they had always been mine.
“I’m still scared.”
I whispered the truth. But now I wasn’t scared of them, I was scared of losing them.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Little Human.”
“It’s not me I’m scared for,” I admitted, and his face softened, his lips falling on mine, a soft, tender kiss that had warmth radiating through me.
“I’m too obsessed with you to ever leave you earlier than the last breath you take. I want to be there for every single one,” he vowed.
It was
