Moira's POV

Logan's skin tastes like salt and heat beneath my lips. His pulse hammers against my mouth as I trail kisses along his throat, searching for the perfect spot where his scent blooms strongest—green tea and peaches mixing with something wild and uniquely him.

'This is it. This is where I mark him.'

My canines extend without conscious thought, sharp points pressing against the tender flesh of his neck. Emerald purrs in my mind, ...