Chapter 7

RHYS

Rae turned away and her ass brushed against my painfully hard dick. It was really her. But why the fuck was she angry when she was the cold-hearted bitch who’d almost killed me when she’d rejected me? And then to fake her death after that? That was a fucked up thing to do.

I shoved the door shut and forced my beast back, but my eyes remained on her neck, on the spot that should have had my mark.

Her scent was all over me, inside and out. I could still taste her sweetness on my tongue, and the urge to finish what we started overwhelmed me. She was still the same. Her body still responded the same. I could almost taste her arousal in the air.

What I had gone through since last night was nothing compared to having the real thing in my arms.

“What game are you playing?” I whispered.

“No games. I don’t have time to waste on a man like you,” she snarled.

Those words...

Reality hit me like a sledgehammer, and I put some distance between us. That was the same question I had aske