Chapter 70

• Did Stoner kiss her? Is she coming to me with my brother on her? The image of the two of them together, like this, tried to shove its way into his head, and for a moment, he stuttered, paused. Did he care? Yes. And no. If Stoner had tasted her, then he would wipe the memory from her. Brand himself on her. Tomorrow, her lips would still throb with his possession.
• Sliding his other hand into her hair, he held her still and set about his mission. Corrupting. Marking. Owning. At least for tonight.
• Michelle tugged him against her even as she rose slightly and met him stroke for stroke, lick for lick. Nip for nip. Their tongues, lips and teeth melded, clashed, battled. This wasn’t a leisurely kiss, or a tender one. It was hurried, messy, wet.