Chapter 10Pitch took a bite of the vanilla heart. The taste was sweet, but the fear filling his chest once he’d swallowed was not. His eyes shifted and he fought not to have his claws rip through the skin of his fingers. Bollocks.
He got up and walked toward the kitchen. The way both Shiro and Astra stood with slumping shoulders and their heads bowed in surrender tugged at his core. He’d never considered the life of a submissive, had always assumed they’d be happier with a dominant making the decisions for them, but it wasn’t the case with Shiro. He was a proud man—nothing like the subs he hooked up with in the bars.
“Shiro?”
He jumped and whirled around to look at Pitch. His black hair was a mess and his dark eyes haunted. Pitch wanted to hold him, wanted to wrap his arms around him an
