She grabs my left hand, forcing my wedding band into my face, "See this? You don't get to care or pretend that you're all torn up. You didn't even wait three months to take another woman as your mate, so quit acting like you care."
My ears are ringing.
She's confirmed it with her own mouth.
She has a lover in her life, possibly more than just a lover.
My wolf is snarling in rage now, furious at this new development. So there's another man who holds her and touches her? She lets another man run his hands over her body? The very image of a man holding Aisha, kissing her tenderly, is driving me insane.
Without thinking, I grab her by the nape, dragging her forward, my mouth descending on hers in a flurry of heat, desire, and anger.
The first touch is like an electric shock to my system.
