Dark Alpha's Claim

Baylon wasn't sure he could conceal his craving for her, the need that clawed and ripped through him to declare Jordyn as his. It would be a death sentence, but to live without her... that was also a death sentence.

I'm not one to let such a striking man pass without looking my fill.

I know being with you means my death, but after the night I spent thinking you were dying, I don't care. I need you. Do you understand that? I need you.

One night. That's all Baylon was allowed, but it wasn't enough. Forever would never be enough.

If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago.

Jordyn lowered her arms to her sides. "So. This is war?" Baylon nodded. "This is war.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

If we continue, we die," Baylon said. Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again." "All you have to do is touch me.

He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago." Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response." "It's the truth.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

Erith," he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

Death was the judge. The Reapers were the executioners. Death was the one who decided who the Reapers would visit and exact their justice. The Reapers answered to just one entity - Death.