Rylee
I’ve figured out that his eyes darken when he’s in rut. Like now. The rubies in his eyes turn darker than blood.
His hands clamp around my waist, pulling me to press against him. His steaming hardness against my lower abdomen, scorching my skin through the cloth.
He looks down at me, that godlike face full of raw desire. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“Whatever it is, it has to wait,” he asserts. He lowers his head and sucks my lips again, his hand rubbing over my butt.
I swoon from the kiss, but my survival instincts kick in.
“No...” It take me a lot of effort to struggle to pull away. “I... I...”
I stammer a lie facing his probing gaze, “I’m still bruised... it hurts right now...”
“Can you… I mean, can this wait until next time?” I ask, voice trembling.
His frown is terrifying. I’m afraid he’ll order someone to drag me outside and kill me now. I quickly add, “I could help you with my mouth.”
Scared to look at his face, I glance down and accidentally see his hideous weapon. Th
