Chapter Twenty One

Vanessa

olt gave me a shirt.

Then he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to examine my

neck, his gaze intent as he bent to kiss the mark he left on my throat.

My skin still tingles now with the memory of the pleasure chasing away

the pain.

A logical part of me is aware that I should be pissed at him for pulling a

knife on me, but my wolf is too intrigued to allow that logical part to gain

purpose.

Not once did I feel threatened beneath him. The tension in his body told

me he was very much in control.

And the hardness pressed up against my core told me he was also very

aroused by the position.

The whole display of power somehow kept me grounded. It made me

feel safe despite the lethal blade against my skin.

He didn’t use silver on me, just steel.

Maybe I would have felt more fear had it been the latter.

Regardless, I’m fascinated by the way my body responded to his. There

was no fear, only mild interest.

And a hell of a lot of anger over the punishment they gave me for

“lying.”

How