Bria wrapped her hand around my throat and thrust me against the headboard, her claws sinking into my skin and her canines grazing against my neck. I inhaled sharply at the feel of her wolf finally coming out to play with mine.
“Mine,” she growled, sniffing my neck and holding on to me even tighter. “All mine.”
My body shivered, and I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Bria …”
When she moved back enough to look me in the eye, gold pooled in her eyes, the color spinning and whirling around her pupils, mixing with her blue-violet irises and slowly—very slowly—overtaking them.
It wasn’t like anything I had ever seen before. Irises didn’t move like that.
“Mine,” Bria said, a low grumble rumbling through her chest. “You’re mine.”
I placed my hand over hers, which was around my neck,
