Richard’s POV
The sheets are wrecked.
Emma is sprawled across my chest, skin flushed, hair wild, my c*m still leaking from her swollen p***y onto my thigh. The mating mark on her shoulder is fresh and red, teeth prints stark against her pale skin. I can’t stop touching it, thumb brushing the bruise like it’s proof she’s real.
She’s quiet for a long moment, then her fingers trace the scar on my ribs; an old claw mark from the night everything fell apart.
“Richard,”she murmured with a curious voice. “Why did you shut the door on them so completely today? I’ve never seen you that cold.
I exhale, slow and heavy. My wolf stirs, remembering.
“Because they already left me once,” I say, voice low. “And they only came back when the money ran out.”
Emma lifted her head, eyes searching mi
