Mated at midnight
Claim me.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“Let go of me,” I whispered, not turning around. My voice cracked. “Please.”
He didn’t. His hands stayed on my waist, fingers twitching like he was barely holding himself together.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.” he said quietly.
“That’s not the point,” I snapped, finally turning around, eyes blazing. “You don’t get it, Zane. This mating thing is too sudden. I'm not sure it's what you even want.”