*Mature Content*
Elizabeth's POV
“I’m not,” I counter defiantly. “You don’t think having a romp means I’m your property now, do you?”
“Isn’t that how it works?” he teases, with a cocky grin.
“It doesn’t,” I declare. “One night of passion doesn’t mean I’m yours. I’m free and independent.”
“That kind of talk makes me anxious,” he admits with a mutter.
“Better get a grip on your possessiveness, Your Highness.”
“I said I don’t like it when you call me that,” he says.
“I heard you. But I'll call you whatever I choose,” I reply. “I’ll save ‘Edward’ for when I actually like you.”
He snorts, threatening, “Don’t push me. I might revert to childish tactics.”
“For instance?” I ask cheekily.
“Like using my Lycan voice to compel you to call me Edward.”
I can’t hold back a laugh.
“Go ahead,
