“You want to stay with me.”
“Your mind-tricks don’t work on me, haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Mason chuckled, as if I’d just referred to an inside joke that we shared.
“Please, stay with me.”
He placed his hand on the side of my face, pushing some hair back and over my ear in the process.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low and weak as his face inched closer.
“I’m going to need you to say yes when I ask if I can kiss you.”
I could feel his breath.
I could hear my heart.
“And if I don’t?” I whispered.
“I’m going to do it anyway.”
I couldn’t speak – couldn’t murmur a rebuttal or breathe consent. I just let him move closer, my mind enthralled by the promise of his kiss. There was a moment when he lingered, allowing that signature smile to appear. And then his lips met mine, softly coercing mine into a flawless, passionate kiss.
They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed…