JACKSON’S POV
His precious Lily writhed and struggled against his grip as her eyes widened.
‘Pfft, she was so weak,’ Jackson noted.
She was like a lamb pretending to be a lion. ‘His lamb,’ a smug smile graced his lips at the thought.
As he stared at her, his mind wandered to the very near future:
The moment when she would stop her fussiness and come back to him.
His smirk grew wider, ‘Yes, at that moment, he would remind her who exactly she was to him, and where her position was.’
‘He would destroy that streak of defiance and own her, body, soul and wolf!’ a dark chuckle left his lips.
Leaning closer to her face, his tongue slipped free from his lips as he licked a path from her shoulder to her cheeks, tasting her sweat and skin.
Leslie flinched at his touch. Her reaction only
