“You can’t. I’m on birth control. Just fuck me already,” I seethe through tight teeth. A dark, sardonic chuckle shakes his body. He lifts my arm, eyeing where my implant is. “You mean the small stick that kept your body free of me? I took that out.” His tail wraps tighter around my throat and his fangs flash in the window. “Nothing will keep me from you. Nothing will stop me from knotting you, binding you to me, tying you to me in ways only we can understand. Your womb, your pleasure, your body—” he slides his hand up to the middle of my chest and presses it flat. “And your heart are mine.”
