“You don’t like being told what to do?” “No.” “Or controlled, I imagine?” “No,” he growled again. Buzzing in his head from the mott and his fatigue had his temper pulsing under the surface rather than flaring to life. Maybe that was why this human wasn’t scrambling away. “That makes sense. I believe Meg feels the same way. It could be why she didn’t fall upon your cock when you showed up, made a scene, and told her she belonged to you.”
