In case you missed it, Broken Chains, book 4 in my Collier Pack series released on May 14th. This is Peyton’s story. Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy. And you can one-click your own copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RL5R4XZ
Oliver took a step forward, only this time he didn’t stop. He stepped between my legs and just stared down at me. “Are you going to offer me this room again? This bed?” he asked.
I shook my head and his face fell just a little.
“You made your choice pretty clear last time,” I reminded him.
“I was an idiot,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know what?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Until you called me your one true mate, I had never even heard the phrase before. I didn’t know what you were talking about.”
I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it, too shocked to formulate a response.
“Your dad and brother filled me in today on what you meant. Zach said that while it may be honorable of me to try to keep my distance, that it was probably hurting you. Is that true?”
I was mortified and tried to cover my face with my hands and die of embarrassment. “You talked to my dad about this?”
Oliver chuckled and gently removed my hands to hold them in his. “I didn’t exactly get much talking in. So are they right?”
I shrugged. “It’s fine.”
He smirked. “Somehow I just know when you’re lying to me. Like the day you had me sign that paperwork. I knew there was more to the story than you were letting on. I thought you just made up the excuse to spend more time with me that day and brushed it off, but I knew you were lying about needing me to witness those forms.”
I sighed. “It’s the bond. Actually, it’s a sign the bond is growing.”
“You mean our mating bond?” he asked.
I blushed. “Yeah. That.”
“I warned you, Peyton, I’m not good enough for you.”
I shook my head. I wanted to tell him it was too late, that I’d already fallen in love with him, and he was everything I wanted, the only man I’d ever want. I chickened out, though. I was scared he’d reject me again, and I was still recovering from our last round.
He reached out and caressed my cheek.
“Is this really what you want? Am I who you want?”
I looked up into his sea green eyes and my breath caught. “You’re everything to me, Oliver. You’re all I want,” I surprised us both by admitting.
He closed the gap between us without another word as his lips brushed against mine, soft at first, then more persistent. My lips parted on a moan and my body lit on fire as I pressed forward to kiss him back. His tongue sought out mine as they tangled, exploring in new ways. Time faded around us; my heart soared, my pulse raced, cocooned in that one perfect kiss.
I pouted as Oliver pulled back. He rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes. He was breathing just as heavily as I was and there was no denying he was affected by that kiss.
“I can’t keep fighting this. All my life I’ve fought to give my family everything I possibly could while sacrificing anything for myself. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Peyton. I have this uncontrollable urge to mark you as mine every time you walk into the room. I know what I want, and I know it’s not what you should want.”
I scowled at him. “You don’t get to say what I should or shouldn’t want. I need you, Oliver Smith. You are all I’ll ever need.”
With a low growl he kissed me again