Page 221 of Psycho Pack

My tongue slips out.

Tastes the salt on her skin.

Traces the curve of her shoulder.

Down her spine.

She shivers.

Arches into my touch.

Want to bite.

To mark.

To claim.

My alpha instincts scream at me.

Make her ours.

Forever.

But she hasn't said.

Hasn't given permission.

So I don't dare.

Don't even think about it.

Push it out of my head.

Everything she gives me is enough.

A gift I don't deserve.

Her touch.

Her glances.

Her kisses.

Her cries.

Just keep tasting.

Keep touching.

Her skin is so soft.

So warm.

Alive beneath my hands.

Thane's hands join mine.

Caressing.