Chapter 6
Dakota
“Please,” Terrell begged.
Perched on a rock next to their motorcycle, he looked so much smaller. The dull light of day did him no justice. Only direct sunlight could properly illuminate his soft skin and his brilliant eyes. Still, Dakota thought that he looked stunning. Even with his face contorted in anguish. Even after days of traveling dusty roads without a real shower. He was beautiful.
“You’re fine the way you are,” he protested. “You don’t need to change anything. Who would it be for, anyhow? Not me. You know I don’t f*****g care. I really don’t. It doesn’t bother me.” In fact, the new additions were somewhat arousing in their strangeness. The idea that his mate could kill a person with those smooth protrusions? Dakota liked the air of danger in that, even though
