Page 194 of Marked By His Hunger
And I realized something that made my chest tighten.
They weren’t just waiting for me to act.
They were waiting to see what I would become.
The bond flared one more time.
Stronger.
Warmer.
Raven.
Always here.
Grounding me.
Pulling me back.
I let out a slow breath.
“Not tonight,” I said softly.
The darkness didn’t argue.
It receded.
Not gone.
Never gone.
But contained.
Waiting.
For when I was ready.
Everything snapped back.
My body hit me all at once—heat, weight, the lingering ache between my thighs, the pulse at my neck where he’d bitten me.
And him.
Raven.
Right there.
His hand on my shoulder.
His eyes—those glowing, impossible eyes—locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“You left,” he said roughly.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You went somewhere.”
Not a question.
