Possessiveness.
“This isn’t professional,” I muttered.
“I don’t give a f*ck,” he growled. “You’re mine. You think I care if there’s a needle in my arm or a nurse two doors down? I want you to sink your canines in my throat so deep they never fade.”
“Keegan—”
“I waited days for you to stop pretending. And now that you’re done hiding…” He looked down pointedly at the bulge beneath his waistband. “You’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
Focus, Katherine.
I hit the intercom.
“Nurse. I need a full blood panel run. CBC, wolfsbane, and tranquilizer screen. Stat.”
“On my way, Luna.”
The word again.
I let it slide this time. I had more pressing concerns.
Like not climbing onto the exam bed and claiming my mate right n
