You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 60

His eyes met mine and he smirked as he noticed me checking him out. "What were you saying?" He joked, sitting down next to me. Honestly, I did forget what I was saying. He ran his hands up and down my arms, trying to warm me up. I laid my head on my shoulder and groaned as my teeth chattered.

"My lips are cold and numb. Thank you very much," I said, still shaking.

"I have a solution for that."

I gave him a look, his eyebrows waggling up and down jokingly. "May I kiss you, Daniella Saunders?"

"Hell no."

"Oh come on, just one kiss?" He asked, giving me puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip jutting out. I didn't say anything as his face neared mine.

I felt the magnetic pull as his lips touched mine softly.

He began to kiss me with hunger, his teeth nipping at my lips softly. I moaned gently as he began to push me down on the sand, his hand resting at my side, holding his weight off me. When he was literally on top of me, all of his body touching mine, I began to become breathless. The heat was inevitable, making me crave more of him.

He ran his hands up my arms and up my face until it tangled into my curling hair. My hands were on their own accord, roaming down his neck and down his glorious body. I softly and cautiously ran my hands down his abs and up his back, scratching softly and feeling the grains of sand on his body. He grunted and shivered.

When I was already becoming dizzy from being out of breath, Weston pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, panting. His eyes bored into mine, twinkling softly causing my heart to melt. I gulped and brought my hand to rest on his cheek.

Even after seeing this beautiful beach, the pretty stars glittering in the night sky, and the vast ocean that made me speechless, nothing compared to the person in front of me. He was the absolute core of beautiful itself. He was priceless and timeless and I could never get tired of him.

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I just sat there, my mouth wide open. I started shaking vigorously as my world started to spin around me. For some odd reason, I was waiting for the ground to open up and take me whole. To take me from this wretched nightmare. I just couldn't digest the scene that was unfolding before me. It was all to too sudden.

I felt the bile rise in my throat. I tried to get up, but my legs went numb. My stomach felt like someone had punched it where Weston had got shot and it was like I was feeling what Weston was feeling at the moment. I could feel the silver grazing my raw flesh, burning it slowly. But, I was too numb to care.

I watched as an elderly couple stumbled out from a trail that led to a beach house. Judging from the tattoo on the guy' shoulder, he was part of the Crescent Pack. He held a rifle in both of his hands, his timid wife walking behind him.

When her eyes finally landed on Weston, she let out a screeching gasp and took a trembling step backwards. Her hand shook as she covered her mouth. "Oh my gosh, Henry," She cried, patting her husband's shoulder and motioning to Weston's body. "It's the alpha's son."