Betrayed by Blood
He slammed his lips against hers.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he gripped her, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer—so close there was no space left between them. Her scent flooded his senses, drowning him, consuming him. She smelled different. Wilder. Purer.
And it was driving him insane.
Avery whimpered into the kiss, her body instantly going pliant against him, as if she instinctively knew she belonged to him. The soft, desperate sound sent a bolt of need straight through his core. His cock was already painfully hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her the way he was about to claim every inch of her body.
His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass roughly before lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and Cain let out a deep growl of satisfaction.
"Mine," he snarled against her lips. "You're mine."
