GREYHALL CROSSING - GUINEVERE'S CHAMBERS
Nicholas's eyes opened to the ceiling and his fated mate on top of him.
They were on the floor.
He blinked a few times as his memory came back in pieces.
He marked her. The wet heat of her mouth, the way she'd clung, the broken sound she'd made when his teeth sank in. His wolf taking control with the subtlety of a freight train and the restraint of absolutely fucking nothing.
Shit.
That was not how he wanted to do any of that.
His wolf offered zero apologies. The smug bastard had accomplished exactly what he'd set out to accomplish and would do it again given the opportunity.
His wolf was also making a noise that sounded an awful lot like purring which Nicholas was going to ignore.
He stood with her in his arms. She didn't stir. His venom must have really knocked her out.
