CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
**KIERAN MORRISON**
The foreign scent made my stomach clench with something violent and possessive.
Did she hug him or something? I didn't like that he smelled anything other than mine. He was something I wanted all to myself, I didn't need her meddling between us.
I pressed my nose against Oliver's neck, right where her perfume was strongest, and licked the spot gently, the compulsive urge to wipe off the scent was strong.
Oliver shivered beneath me, his pulse jumping under my lips.
"Mine," I murmured against his throat, and felt some primal part of me settle when his skin tasted only like me again.
Oliver pulled back just enough to look at me, his green eyes bright with tears.
"I won't let you be alone," He says softly, before I could tell him that I was never planning on going anywhere, his lips crashed against mine.
I smiled against his soft lips even though I was surprised as heck.
