Jax's POV
"Liora."
"Don't." Her fingers twisted in the fabric. "Don't talk right now."
"What do you want me to do?"
She looked up at me. Those green eyes dark. Stormy. "Make me forget."
"Forget what?"
"Her. Tonight. Everything." Her voice dropped. Raw. "Make me feel like I'm the only one."
My jaw clenched. "You are."
"Then prove it."
The bond flared. Hot. Demanding.
She didn't pull away when I kissed her again.
That alone felt like a victory.
Her hands fisted in my shirt. Holding on. Not pushing away.
"I'm still angry," she whispered against my mouth.
"I know." I kissed along her jaw. Down her neck. "Be angry."
"I am."
"Good." My teeth grazed the mark I'd left. She gasped. "Use it."
Her nails dug into my shoulders. "What?"
"Show me."
