PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV
I shoved her back against the wall.
She gasped. “Alex—please... I didn’t—”
I didn’t wait.
I was already tearing at her gown. Her white eyes widened, her lips trembling, Her chest rose and fell in panicked little gasps as I ripped the last fabric from her body and pushed her down.
She cried out again, but I saw it.
My hands gripped her waist, pulling her toward me, hard. I slammed my mouth onto her already swollen soft lips.
I bit it. Just enough to make her gasp.
Her nails scraped my chest.
She was crying again. I could taste the salt on her lips.
I loved it. I loved that her wolf was whimpering.
Her hands gripped my shoulders for support. She acted like she didn’t know what to do with the rage burning between us. Or maybe she did. Maybe this was all par
