CONNOR POV
*trigger warning - Spanking & praise*
Such a tease.
Such a brat.
Such a f*****g goddess.
My mate.
Mine.
I didn’t slow as I crossed the packhouse threshold. Didn’t acknowledge the guards, the glances, the smirks, the whispers that followed us inside like sparks waiting for tinder.
Grace was slung over my shoulder, laughing, breathless, warm—completely unapologetic about the way she’d pushed me. About the way she always pushed me. She knew exactly what she was doing.
I practically ran down the corridor to my room—our room—bare feet hitting the floor hard enough to echo. Cain paced just under my skin, restless, hungry, still buzzing from the run, the chase, the way she’d looked back at me with that wicked smile that said *make me*.
I didn’t look back.
I mindlinked Langdo
