EMBER’S POV
I’m not thinking. I can’t think. There’s only the overwhelming need to be his, completely, permanently, in every way possible.
Knox’s rhythm stutters.
I feel his mouth on my throat, hot and open, his canines extended and pressing against that sacred spot where my pulse thunders under thin skin. He’s right there. Right on the edge of claiming me.
And then he rips himself away with a snarl that sounds like agony.
He pulls out of me so fast I cry out at the sudden emptiness, flipping me onto my stomach in one brutal movement, pressing my face into the cold concrete floor.
The new position puts my throat against the ground, inaccessible, protected from his wolf’s desperate need to mark.
“Can’t—” His voice is wrecked, barely human. “f**k— I almost—”
“I don’t care,” I gasp, t
