A possessive growl puttered in Theo's throat, and Goddess all Cora wanted was to be eaten by that coiled predator within him. It would be a most delicious, satisfying end.
It was thrilling to hear that feral sound that was created by the longing within him that was being stoked and fed by his mate—it sounded as if it called to her, longed deeply for her, and yet would also warn anyone nearby that this female was his. The beauty of it—of him, of his mouth and his heat and his sounds and the way his body had come alive and brought hers to life with it—it was overwhelming and exhilarating and perfect… so perfect.
