The Bond's Roar, The Traitor's Capture

RUBY

The mating bond thundered through me like a wild current, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. Roman's hands on my waist felt like they were burning through the fabric of my dress, his touch awakening something primal and desperate inside me.

My wolf, Lyra, was practically clawing at the surface, howling with need and recognition. She wanted out. She wanted to claim and be claimed. She wanted our mate.

"Roman," I gasped, trembling as his lips traced a hot path down my neck.

We'd barely made it behind the decorative hedges at the edge of the wedding reception. The sounds of celebration were just yards away, but I couldn't focus on anything but the man in front of me, the overwhelming pull of our bond demanding completion.

"I can't wait," Roman growled against my skin. His golden-brown eyes had darkened to amber, his wolf rising to the surface. "Need you. Now."