Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
Furious, I bit down hard on the fingers in my mouth.
Ulysses seemed unfazed by my bite. He lowered his head, sucking on the wound on my knee, extracting the venom with his lips and tongue.
The pain from the wound mixed with the sensation of Ulysses's actions, creating a strange numbness. The anger I had built up slowly dissipated. I lay limp against him, my gaze empty, allowing Ulysses to continue.
“Princess, your teeth are sharp.”
Ulysses’s face suddenly loomed closer. Smiling, he pulled his bleeding fingers from my mouth and brushed them over my eyes. I glanced at his fingers, marked with deep indentations from my teeth.