“I can’t share you—not now. So, as insatiable as you are, it all needs to be directed at me, or I’ll destroy anyone who touches you—and k!ll anyone who hurts you.”
His body tenses against me. He was fine when it was teasing, touching, f*cking, but the reminder of what I am, that I’m a predator—a k!ller—frightens him. As it should.
“I, um, I don’t want anyone else, Alaric. You don’t need to worry.” He turns to face me and wraps his arms around my neck.
“I’m your puppy, remember?”
“You’re my f*cking kryptonite, Lincoln,” I say, cradling his face.”
―
Vee R. Paxton,
Guardian of the Wolf
