My fingertips tingled as I dug my nails into the heated chest above me, his breath was hot and ragged as he pressed into my neck, his temperament remained content as if the beast held control over his actions and yet I knew he was slowly losing himself. My mated mark pulsated with seeds of discord and contempt for the man. Orion’s touch was gentle and yet the sensations it left behind were cold and distant as I replaced his face with another, Azrael’s golden eyes remained in my mind as if he would sense my very surroundings.
“Have you ever looked into the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world and wondered how she became a monster?” Orion asked as he nipped at my shoulder blade.
“What?” I asked confused as I pushed on his chest.
The man before me was beautiful with sculpted featu
