During the Linton family's dinner that evening, Raine called Eve into the study and said he wanted the snowberry pastries she used to make for him.
My whole body went rigid when I heard the words "snowberry pastries".
I had created those pastries years ago to please him, or at least to make his punishments hurt a little less.
Snowberries were painfully sour. I used to simmer them with herbs and a few drops of blood from my fingertip to balance their sharp acidity.
A Wolf King was exceptionally sensitive to blood, and Raine had always loved the flavor.
Whenever I made snowberry pastries for him, he would often smear the filling over my chest and waist before bed, then lick it away in rough, deliberate strokes.
Then he would watch with satisfaction as I bit my lip to hold back my moans
