The Beast…
The Beast…Fuuuck, she was soft. I’d never felt anything that could match the softness of her thighs in my hands. The sweet smell of her wet p***y brought a growl to my throat. I could still taste her on my lips. Hungered for more. f**k that. Needed more.
FuuuckNeeded Not Kovo. Not that fool. Me. The beast who fought and killed for him. Who kept him safe. I kept them all safe and what did I receive for my honor? My years of service?
allTorture. Torment. Dismissal. Betrayal by my own shared mind, by Kovo, the warlord.
I was nothing but a weapon, a deadly f*****g weapon, but still nothing but a killer. Until her. My mate.
“Mine.” My voice rumbled through her small frame. I felt the vibrations of the word in her very flesh.
I wanted to feel that again. Mark her. Take her. f**k
