Reign
Little Dove.
The nickname had slipped out during the kiss, and at this rate, I was starting to think I needed to avoid Candace like the plague.
My control was unraveling fast and at this rate the walls I had built around my heart were cracking. Sage was losing his mind inside me, throwing himself against my ribs and howling her name.
I dragged a hand down my face, trying to wipe away the memory of her soft whimper when I caught her bottom lip between my teeth.
It didn't work. Nothing worked. Her scent — daisies and vanilla and pure sin — clung to every inch of my skin as though it had been seared there.
It might as well have been, because she was all I could smell.
"Fuck," I muttered, voice rough. This was a serious disaster.
I couldn't walk into Father's study like this. Not with Candace saturating every inch of me. One deep breath from Ragnor and one probing look from Ryker would have me explaining why I had broke the vow we made three years ago.
