“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, and I breathed harshly against his lips on me.
“Will you kiss me?” I asked. He gritted his jaw and shook his head.
“I’m not allowed to kiss you. Or do anything but f**k you,” he admitted, and I sucked in a breath.
“Why?” I demanded, trying to fight back the tears.
“Because it’s the way it is,” he said, then hung his head. When he brought it back up, his smirk was gone, his lips turned down.
“Look, I can’t explain this to you, and I don’t expect you to understand because you are a human, but there are things we have to do as wolves and I swear to you this offerings s**t is not about what you think. There’s a reason for it. A good one.”
“But you can’t tell me what it is?”
He shook his head, and I chewed my lip. I took a few breaths. I had to get this ove
