Forged by Malice (Beasts of the Briar, #3)

by Elizabeth Helen

“What about it, Blossom?” I ask. “I played your game. Socialized. Maybe there’s someone out there I belong to. But in here, all I want is you. Stars above, in this damned flower, let me belong to you.”

“I would rip it apart—the cosmos, the threads of life—if I could bind you to us.”

He makes a dissatisfied sound. “What need do I have for air with your thighs around my head?”