I slumped back down and nestled my body closer to his. “It almost seems strange not to find a fire-breathing ax murderer with a forked tail and six eyeballs lurking next to the bed.”

“There aren’t any mutant vamps with chain saws in the closet either. I already checked.”

We stopped laughing when Aric fixed his gaze on my lips. “I had to give you mouth-to-mouth,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard, trembling as the surging warmth between us amplified into a tantalizing heat. “Sorry I missed it.”

No vampires. No bloodlust. No psychotic preternaturals waiting to eat me. Just me and Aric.

In bed.

He leaned in, drawing me to him, his lips meeting mine hard.

Aric was a force of nature. And for once my beast was no match for the elements….