“I can’t help it. It isn’t for you,” she mumbles with a full mouth.
Jealousy tightens my chest. “Your cuck?”
That useless man stood by and watched me take what I wanted from her.
Her wild blonde hair strays across her cheek as she shakes her head.
Hmm. Interesting.
Sitting back on my haunches, I trace the stiff length of my cock with the pads of my fingers. “You’re mated, to one like me?”
I find that hard to believe. There wasn’t any smell of another on her.
It would be impossible to hide.
She flicks her wrist to toss the pit into the grass, then reaches for another branch. “It was a long time ago.”
Her voice carries tones of reverence. Almost wistful.
I’ll kill him to claim her.
“Where is he?” My hackles raise on their own as the blood rages hot within me.
Her brows raise, along with the corner of her sticky mouth. “Boise. But he’s dead.”
My tongue runs over my canines, relishing this new morsel of information.
Raising to my full height, I can’t resist the urge to howl in unrepentant ecstasy at this revelation.
In the distance, a willowy reply echoes from the hills.
Her eyes focus on my engorged erection, arousal exploding her pupils to pools of obsidian.
“Then you’re mine.” Dropping to the ground, I stalk her around the trunk.
“Just because you take it, doesn’t make it yours,” she bites back, lunging to keep out of my reach.
Another nearly rotten missile splatters sickly-sweet mash against my fur.
“I’ll keep taking it until you drown with my seed,” I growl. My claws dig into the earth, jettisoning me in a rapid charge.
Swiping across her dancing back leaves rows of flayed flesh, but she parries her body in a sanguine twist into a thicket of heavy brush.
“I’m going to kill you the first chance I get!” she screams, hidden behind the lush foliage. “It’s what I did to the last monster to take what wasn’t his!”
Blood and fermentation overwhelm my senses, drowning the addictive perfume ofher.
So that’s how he died.
Her brain rebelled against the desires of her body.
She did it once. She’ll do it again.
I can force the bond through her womb, but that nudge of doubt will always exist that she would turn on me as well.
My ears swivel on my head, tracking her clumsy advances through the bushes.
She won’t escape.
