“Please, baby. Please,” he begged, and a snarl escaped my mouth. I hadn’t understood why anyone would want to be called that, but hearing it from him now, when he was beneath me, open and needy, it made me feel like the king of the jungle, the alpha, like I belonged to him the way Cyrus belonged to me. Chosen had owned me, and that had done nothing but hurt me, yet this…this was like Cyrus was showing me who I was, not telling me who I had to be. Like I’d been lost, and the only way to be found was through him.
