“Turn around,” I stared at him saying those words. I knew better than getting naked in front of him.
“When you’re mine? Hell no.” he seethed making the color form my cheeks.
“What?”
“Oh yes, I’m entitled to your barest form as your mate and King.” he declared staring at me with an intimidating gaze.
I could feel his Lycan surfacing but I scoffed,
“I’m sorry but we are in the 21st century not the medieval times, so I’m entitled to whoever I choose to.”
He growled advancing towards me. From the way he looked pissed, I could guess it was my words that stirred him. The Lycan King stood tall at my back, murmuring from behind, “Say that again.”
This time he clasped my neck from behind. His hands... his touch… It was full of wanting and a sense of urgency. And no matter how hard I denied,
