Cut her off. Cut her off. The words wouldn’t leave him, even in his sleep, even when he floated above his body and intruded Amara’s dreams, even when he kissed her and took from her what he was so afraid to take in real life.
Because he needed to know she acknowledged him, that she saw him and needed him just as he did.
Hell, he f*****g wanted—needed anything she could give.
And yet… he’d been told to cut her off.
Forget his attraction. It couldn’t be stronger than a mate bond. Especially for special breeds like him and Jack, a mate was essential to tame the darkness.
Amara wasn’t doing any of that. She drove him wild and made him lose his s**t. Even the mere mention of her name from some other guy’s lips.
How the hell was he going to cut her off?
He didn’t know how. He didn’t trust
