-Lara-
I was foolish for desiring him. I even despised myself for craving him in the manner I did, but despite my readiness to slam the door in his face, my wolf disagreed.
We were bound to him now. We had marked each other, and that connection didn’t just vanish, which meant when he started to gaze at me like he wanted to consume me, my body responded, and my anger only intensified my craving for him. I yearned for him to f*ck me. I knew I would feel so much better when he did.
Our bond always felt so alive when we mated, but I was also furious with him. I was so, so, so enraged with him, and all these emotions I harbored—anger, need, resentment, betrayal, love, and lust—were all mingling together like the worst kind of c*cktail. And when he kissed me… Oh Goddess, I both wanted to sink
