I wanted to take her in a way that would erase every doubt from her mind, a way that would leave her body so ruined she would never mistake another man’s face for mine again.
But when I looked at her, when I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, when I saw the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, broken breaths, something inside me twisted viciously.
My little kitten. I had made her cry. Not the kind of tears I love to see, not the tears of pleasure when she is shaking around me, begging me for more, but tears of pain. Tears born from my words. I had cut her, and now she was bleeding where I could not see.
My wolf’s voice tore through me, demanding, punishing, ruthless. Fix this. Do not let her believe that lie. She is ours. We do not destroy what belongs to us. We claim it. We f
