Page 177 of Moon Claimed

I’d certainly told him that numerous times.

Did I regret that day in Timber when we met?

If that never happened, I wouldn’t have my wolf, and I could never give her up. Cut off from her with the tranquiliser, I’d felt less than half of myself.

My regrets could fill a book—maybe more. But I couldn’t regret the end result.

I wouldn’t be this amazing being if Sascha hadn’t caught a sniff of me.

And I wouldn’t know Sascha Greyson.

“If anything should be blamed, it’s the mating call. Blaming nature for the state of my life seems ludicrous. I just know you weren’t responsible for the way I chose to handle everything. You’ve respected my choices, Sascha. I haven’t missed that even if I threw stuff in your face along the way. It was just a lot. I’m sorry too.”

Sascha shoved back the blanket to expose his bare torso and low-slung sweats.

He drew me onto his lap, and I craned my head to meet his beautiful eyes.

“I just want to give you everything you want and need,” he said softly.

My chest rose. “Should I give you a list?”

He gripped my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “Yes.”

In a blur, I was straddling him, pinned by his unrelenting grip on my chin.

I stared up in challenge, gaze dipping to his lips—that full bottom lip that haunted my dreams. Warmth pooled between my thighs, and something thrummed between us.

A heartbeat.

The tugging sensation beneath my ribs was almost painful as it urged me to close the gap. To put my mouth to his.

We’d played a dance in recent weeks, both of us delaying the kissing meet with weak excuses.

When I kiss you because no one else exists for me any longer, I want you to kiss me back just the same.

His words at the waterfall had entered my heart that night, and since then, a growing part of me cared about Sascha’s dreams.

About not breaking more of them.

This kiss was more than a kiss. It could be more than anything I’d ever shared with another.

If I let it.

“No one else exists for me any longer, little bird.” Sascha lowered his head, eyes blackening.

Mine were the same.

Did anyone else exist for me? I opened my mouth.

“Boss?”

I jerked, dislodging Sascha’s grip.

Twisting, I glared at a grinning Leroy.

“Bad time?” the blond alpha asked, his grin wiping clean when Sascha began to growl. He straightened. “There’s a steward here to see Andie. It’s the tribe’s marshal.”

“Pascal?” I slid off Sascha, really hoping Leroy didn’t make a comment about this place smelling like a sex den.