“The moment she chose both of us, I knew I’d never forgive her… or myself.”
The forest stank of s*x, blood, and moonfire.
Her scent was still thick in my lungs, coating my tongue like honey and venom.
I should’ve been satisfied. I’d had her. I’d made her scream my name.
But every time I closed my eyes, I saw him on her too. Ronan. Touching what’s mine.
She was draped in my jacket now, bare legs peeking from the hem, her hair a tangled halo. She looked wrecked. Beautiful. Marked by both of us.
I hated it.
Ronan stood a few paces away, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. Not hers — mine. We’d torn into each other at some point between the gasps and the moans, unable to decide whether we wanted to kill each other or share her.
I still wasn’t sure.
“You going to tha
