From the moment I made the stupidest mistake of my life, I'd never thought I'd ever have the chance to have my mate in my arms. But having her in my arms, *and* kissing her was another thing entirely — something I didn’t dare dream about, yet here I was, living it.

It was so different from the last and only time I'd taken a kiss from her. Back then, it had been one-sided, forced by my desperation. But this time… this time, I wasn’t the only one taking. She was kissing me back. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, but then eager. She wanted me.

"Idiot," Ragnar seethed...