Margot POV
His hand locked around my throat so tight that I couldn’t rock forward with the force of him.
Every hard thrust slammed straight into me with nowhere to go.
The pressure was exact, enough to steal air, not enough to break me.
I heard myself broken: broken moans, ragged pleas, and the wet, helpless sounds of a body that had stopped negotiating.
Pain and pleasure twisted until nothing else existed.
I was only in the place he entered, the heat that took him, and the shaking that answered every drive of his hips.
Somewhere under the haze, I knew that begging for his mark had set him off.
His alpha. But this man was not mine.
Not really.
The knowledge sat cold and small behind my ribs while the rest of me burned.
Tears soaked the sheets beneath my cheek.
Even as the next
