Jasmine didn’t sleep.
She didn’t need to.
Not after what Kade had pulled from her with nothing but breath and bruises and a mouth that refused to beg.
The bruises bloomed beautifully. One along her collarbone in the shape of his knuckles. A crescent above her ribcage from when he slammed her into the dirt. Scratches down her thigh—his claws, not her own.
She traced them now, fingers feather-light. The sting made her hiss through her teeth... and smile.
This wasn’t pain.
This was proof.
Proof that her body could ache and want at the same time. That she could take what most women were trained to flinch from. That even the wildest of wolves would walk away panting when she said enough.
And she had said it.
Right before she shoved him off, right before her teeth scraped down his jawli
