Bound by Forever (A True Immortality Novel #3) by S. Young

“I used to resent forever. But now, because of you, forever will never be enough.”

Niamh Farren has been burdened by knowledge for most of her life. As one of seven fae children born into the human world with the ability to open the gate to Faerie, Niamh’s mission is to guide her fae brethren to do what’s right. Because Niamh has seen what will happen to the human world if she does not protect the gate. Throughout the years, she’s traveled the world with her brother Ronan, using her psychic visions to find the fae-borne and convince them to stay on the path that will keep the gate from opening. She has sacrificed much … but when she loses her brother to the mission, Niamh begins to lose herself.
For nearly one hundred and fifty years, werewolf Kiyo has wandered the planet as a lost soul. Cursed with immortality, he spends his awful eternity as a mercenary for hire. When the powerful Fionn Mór confides the truth about the existence of Faerie and hires Kiyo to protect one of the fae-borne, he accepts the challenge out of boredom, not heroism. Yet Niamh is unexpected in every way the werewolf can possibly imagine.
Guarding Niamh from her enemies is nowhere near as challenging as protecting the fae woman from herself. If Kiyo is to succeed, he must help Niamh find herself again, and not just for her sake. Ignoring the fierce connection between them may no longer be an option. A new enemy is rising and threatening to rip open the gate between worlds. To remind Niamh of who she really is, Kiyo must make the choice to lower his defenses and give into their bond. Or safeguard his own heart … and in doing so lead the human world to the brink of war.

Excerpt Bound by Forever by S. Young

Kiyo was waiting for her to make the first move because it meant he wouldn’t have to take responsibility for anything that happened between them. It would be Niamh’s fault.
That goddamn, fecking, furry arsehole.
Sexually frustrated and furious, Niamh threw him a dirty look, then lunged out of the lounger but in the direction of the bedroom. She slid the patio door open with enough force to break the thing, but she didn’t care, as long as a room separated them.
Blood rushed in her ears with her anger.
A strong hold gripped her biceps and then her body jerked backward in a spin. She let out a sound of surprise as her chest collided against Kiyo’s.
He crushed her mouth beneath his.
It was a deep, hungering, punishing, brutal kiss.
And Niamh relished every second of it, kissing him back with as much need and aggression. The taste of him, the heat of him … he was perfect. He was right.
He fit her.
And it wasn’t enough.
It felt like it would never be enough.
She needed him inside her.
His grip was tight around her arms as he abruptly broke the kiss. The lights in the paper lampshades flickered by the bedside.
Was she doing that?
Niamh couldn’t think.
Kiyo was glaring at her like a man starving.
She thought he might stop, and if he did, she would more than likely scream from the frustration of it all.
Yet he surprised her once again.
His head bent toward hers, his hair tickling her chin as he brushed his lips over hers. Gently. Just a whisper.

* excerpt posted with the explicit approval of the author