"If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and f**k you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my f*****g scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.
Braelyn's scent had always called to me, even before I'd known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren't strong as other women's odors. I'd enjoyed Brae's aroma because there was a sexy under- tone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.
She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with
