My hand makes contact against her soft skin. The force instantly leaves a red mark behind. She squirms, gasping, and I know I’m introducing a new side to her I only hinted at in the past.
“Will you ever leave me?”
“Not until we die.”
Smack! She whimpers.
“You think death will separate us?” My free hand tightens at the mere thought.
Smack! Her nails scrape against the tree. She’s enjoying this.
“No,” she gasps.
I growl. Damn right. She’s stuck with me until the Otherworld blows up.
Smack! Her skin is beet red, a colour that has my wolf purring.
“Did that hurt?” I ask softly.
“Only in the best way.”
I smile. Fate did one thing right when choosing my true mate. It gave me someone who’ll happily fight me at any time, but be submissive when I need her to be. She’s an alpha, my beta,
