Bab 75: Tower of Doom (1)

It would seem that Cal's worries weren't unfounded after all. Lord Kieran knew he shouldn't have underestimated the power of the mating rune and its effects on him. He was drawn to his mortal mate like a moth to a burning flame. Her familiar aroma of vanilla with a hint of lavender hit him, the scent trying to draw him out of the darkness and revel in her warmth.

Judging by the way Iris Scarborough was looking at him, Lord Kieran surmised that she was feeling the same, albeit, not as strong as the pull he was experiencing at the moment. She was now fidgeting beneath his gaze, breath hitching as she stared at him. Her parted lips teasing him and the thought of tasting those sinful lips were too much to bear.