The man was gone, tucked away in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind, but his touch lingered like a brand. I could still feel the phantom sensation of Sloane’s fingers in my hair, and the weight of her body beneath mine.
I pulled back from her, my claws retracting enough to not tear the mattress. The air in the cavern was thick with her scent - herbal, sweet, and terrified. I wanted to stay. I wanted to curl my massive, furred body around her and let the world outside freeze to death.
But the mountain was screaming.
The injury to ribs was warm and throbbed with a dull ache. For any other man, it would’ve been a death sentence. For me, it was a jagged hole in my power. My instinct was to heal. I needed to find something living and drain the warmth from it to mend myself.
I looked
