Chapter 92

It was not easy to vanquish a werewolf who was as powerful as Rhye. His powers were terrifying, his intelligence formidable, and the sheer force of his will could overcome the most fearsome adversaries. But there was no getting away from the fact that he had been well and truly brought to his knees by a bad-tempered, unpredictable, aggravatingly beautiful witch.

Tucking Lily’s head beneath his chin, Rhye wrapped her tightly in his arms, his gaze ruefully taking in the shards of glass and shattered pictures scattered over the rugs. He never lost control. Certainly not during sex. Not that what he’d just shared with Lily was just sex. It was... hell, he didn’t even have a word for the astonishing sensations that continued to quake through his body. A werewolf would sacrifice everything for his pack, clan, sanity, and every soul to claim such joy. Unfortunately, Lily wasn’t anxious to have anyone lay claim to her. Especially not an arrogant, overprotective werewolf who had the so