Her Determination

[Mykel’s POV]

"Please."

Amya’s voice, which begged me, sounded so damn sad that it was taking everything I had not to attack right here and now. Why the hell was I even hesitating?

I didn’t understand it myself, but something about fucking her right here and now just didn’t feel right to me. It was so similar to the way I did it with all the other women that I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

"Mykel."

Dammit. Snapping out of my head, I looked down into Amya’s large, pleading eyes, finding myself getting lost.

‘Just do it,’ a small voice in the back of my head urged. ‘Before she decides to leave you.’

Leave me? There was no fucking way that I would allow that to happen. Amya was mine—mind, body, and soul. The moon goddess made her for me, and I would be damned if I let any other bastard touch her.

‘And what if they do?’ The voice continued. ‘Will you have the right to stop them?’

Would I? Yes, I would, and once I did, they would disappear from the face of the earth.

"Is that a no?"