(He worshipped you, my wolf whispered, smug. Even if he pretended not to. He knew. The second he tasted you, he knew you were his.)
I stepped closer, slowly, until we were almost chest to chest. My hand hovered near my stomach again, not because I was showing it off, but because I needed to remind myself that it was real. That this was real.
“And maybe I should feel guilty for saying this,” I breathed, my voice going all low and sinful, “but I liked how rough you were. I liked how you didn’t ask for permission. I liked how my name sounded on your lips like it was a curse and a prayer at the same time.”
His eyes darkened, and I swear I felt his whole aura shift, but I didn’t let it shake me. I just kept going.
“I like that I can still feel you inside me. I like that my body aches in pla
