“You let him f**k you,” I growled against her lips, breath heaving. “You let him in.”
“I..@
I didn’t let her finish. I shoved her against the wall, my thigh between hers, grinding up until she gasped.
“Now you’re going to remember who had you first,” I snarled. “You’re going to remember whose name made you scream first. Whose teeth marked your shoulder. Whose hand wrapped around your throat while you begged to come.”
My wolf howled in my chest, clawing, snapping, starving.
Take her. Now. f**k her until she forgets him. Bite her. Mark her. She’s ours. Ours. Ours.
I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me.
“I should hate you,” I whispered, voice low and cracked. “I should hate you for letting him touch you. But I don’t. Because all I can f*****g think about is making you mine aga
