Chapter 51.1

He brought my hand to his lips. “It’s me who should be thanking Fenrir for matching me with you.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“You won’t believe me when I tell you that you’re my guiding star.” His eyes glistened. “You’re so determined and focused. So hardworking and clever. Every time you’re near, it's hard to feel anything but awestruck.”

“Me?”

“You.” He kissed each knuckle. “Cathwulf Aibek, not the mysterious Katie from Albion. I should have known it was you beneath that disguise. No other woman makes me want to be a better wolf.”

My throat thickened. I could have stayed there all day, listening to him profess his feelings, but I needed a connection that went deeper than words.

“Come here,” I said.

He drew down and planted kisses at the base of my neck, making me arch against his broad body. I clung to his shoulder with one hand and slid the other down the curve of his back.

Griff’s groans vibrated across my chest. My nipples tightened, and I writhed beneath his weight. I slipped my finger