I don’t care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.
Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.
Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.
I will never belong to anyone—I will die before I allow that to happen.
I’m not going to pass out-” He cut her off with a kiss. “If you did, I’d catch you.” Gods, he’d laugh at either of his brothers if they said that to their mates, the pussywhipped idiots.
I feel like I’m finally whole. I’m five thousand years old,” he rasped. “But the day you found me in the woods, that’s when my life started.