Luca growled again when we reached a small creek. Big rocks lined the water, but he led the way down a narrow path.
He stepped in first, washing the blood from his arms, chest, and face.
Standing there, with water running over his strong body, he looked almost unreal like raw power and masculinity shaped into human form. Sunlight touched the droplets on his skin, making him seem less like a man… more like a wild god of the forest.
Luca shook the water from his arms and stalked up the bank toward me. His eyes blazed with anger, burning right through me.
“You belong only to us,” he growled.
I should have been furious, but a strange part of me the part that craved to belong thrived on his attention.
“It happened a long time ago, Luca,” I whispered, trying to calm him.
His golden eyes g
