Page 55 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“Okay.” Asher held up his arms. “I don’t want a fight. I wanted my brother, that’s all.”

Chapter twenty-nine

Isabel

Lucian and Maximus glared at me.

“What?” I threw up my arms.

They both shook their heads.

“We’ll be outside watching what the werewolves decide and be ready in case they decide to attack,” Lucian said.

“They won’t.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because they’re not as awful as we’ve been told.” Isat in the chair beside Dante.

They left the infirmary, and I was finally alone with Dante even though he was asleep. Since he’d received Asher’s blood, his heart rate had strengthened and picked up the pace. I placed a hand on his forehead not surprised to find his fever had broken too. I guess I now comprehended that a werewolf needed werewolf blood to help them.

Dante’s hand lifted to mine, and he drew my palm down to his lips and kissed it. Flutters of excitement drifted inside my chest.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmm, or dreaming,” he mumbled.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” He opened his eyes.

They were so full of emotion that my stomach flipped over itself. His hand slid into my hair.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said.

“I could say the same.”

“You’re a mess.” His thumb rubbed the dried blood on my cheek making flakes fall onto him.

“I had other things to worry about other than my looks.”

“Like me?” He grinned.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t want me to die?”

“You didn’t want me to die, either.”

He chuckled. “Does that mean we like each other?”

I puffed out a laugh. “I suppose it does.”

“Can I kiss you? I realize I’m in my half-shifted form right now—”

I slammed my lips on top of his. He grunted in surprise, then spread his fingers into my hair as he angled my head and kissed me properly. His lips nudged over mine in a supple yet demanding way and then his tongue teased the crease of my lips until I opened for him and let his tongue into my mouth. The fursurrounding his lips brushed over the stiff, dried blood around mine scratching it off and making my face softer, more feminine. My fangs grazed his tongue and a spike of his blood hit my tastebuds. I moaned into our bloody kiss.

Dante’s other hand caressed my back until he grasped my bottom and then he hauled me onto the bed and on top of him. The moment my body aligned with his, desire ran an uncontrollable current through me.

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