For a heartbeat, Therion didn’t move.

Then, in a low voice edged with a dangerous calm, he said,

“You think I’d let anyone take what’s mine?”

Her pulse jumped. “That’s not the point…”

In the next breath, he was on her, the blanket ripped from her grasp, his weight pinning her down in a way that made her blood sing and her pride flare.

“You are the point,” he growled against her neck, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. “And I’m done pretending ...