My stomach dropped straight to hell, my face caught fire, and my knees actually buckled so I had to grab the torn fabric tighter just to stay standing.
Pumpkin. f**k. Mind link.
I gasped, my lips parting, my whole chest rising like I’d been yanked underwater. No. No, no, no, he’s not doing this now, not here, not in front of Bella..
Fuck your t**s, pumpkin.
I nearly squealed, my thighs snapping together, my arms fumbling against my chest. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Don’t say that in my head, don’t..
But my wolf was already rolling over inside me, tail high, laughing. You love it. Look at you, trembling, trying to cover yourself but not really. He’s claiming you in your mind while she screams in your ears. You can’t hide. You don’t even want to.
Drop the fabric, pumpkin. Let me see.
