“Not one of those men meant anything to me. Do you understand? They were nothing. Losers I used to try to feel something real.” She traced the seams on the chest of my uniform with her fingers. Touching me. Petting me. “You’re real, Cormac. And you’re mine now.” She lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck, smearing my camouflage paint over her soft skin. Her fingers met and locked together at the base of my skull. She tugged me down toward her, and I did not resist. When my lips were close enough that our breaths mingled, she held my gaze and whispered her vow to me. “You’re mine. No one has ever been mine before. Do you understand? Mine. And I’m never letting you go. Never.”

“Do not make promises you cannot keep, Abby.”

“Fuck you, Cormac. You. Are. Mine. You’re big and mean and sexy and you’re mine.”

Something inside me jolted at the boldness in her. The demand.

I lifted her in my arms and took her lips, the kiss far from gentle. This was a reckoning, a plundering, a claiming. The taste of her exploded in my mouth. My cock jumped. My pulse pounded through my body until there was nothing but the constant thudding of need threatening to break me open, make me explode.

Abby’s tongue dueled with mine, never relenting, never giving in. A challenge. A dare. Defiance. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, the heated scent of her hot pussy making me growl, the low rumble something I had never heard before.

I sounded like a wounded thing, something broken.

Hurting.

Fuck.

“Bite me, Cormac. Fill me up and bite me.” Abby leaned back and thrust her breasts forward, tilted her head back to expose her neck, her chest. She was offering me everything.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock as I fought for control.

“I am filthy.” How could I touch her like this, covered in war paint and weapons? In the trappings of a killer?

“I don’t care. I want you. Now. Like this.”

If she’d said anything else, I might have been able to resist.

Fuck. That was a lie. I was going to fuck her. Hard. Deep. Mark her with my fangs.

Abby shifted her hips to move her wet pussy over my uniform, seeking contact. Needing release.

I had to give her one last chance to save herself. I lowered my forehead to hers and took a deep breath, searching for calm. “If I claim you, I will never let you go. I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from me. This is your last chance, Abby. Tell me to let you go. Walk away.”

5

Cormac

“What do you mean, walk away?”

“Choose someone else.” I held onto my honor by a thread. She was too young, too beautiful, to be with someone like me.