Nicholas’s POV
Her claws sank deeper.
Blood trickled warm down the sides of my neck, but the sting barely registered. My wolf was already closing the wounds—hot prickles of healing knitting skin back together faster than she could tear it.
I caught her wrists in a flash—hard enough to bruise, gentle enough not to break bone.
She snarled, low and feral, trying to wrench free.
I pushed her down.
Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other caught her knee as she tried to drive it straight into my balls. I trapped the leg between my thighs, body weight holding her still.
“Why do you always want to kill me?” I ground out through clenched teeth.
Blood smeared across her fingers now. My wolf growled low in my chest—possessive, pr
