The shocking heat rocked me from head to toe. It reduced me to a shivering, barely breathing pile of limp flesh. All the while, the beast I’d angered continued to fuck me without mercy.

“Mine now.” He sucked from my neck, then threw his head back and roared.

Muscle corded. Everywhere. Veins pulsed and sweat glistened upon every bulging inch of him.

There was no reprieve, no softening of his features, as the same violent darkness I’d endured shuddered through him. If anything, they’d turned more feral, more lupine, as he lowered his gaze and rocked his hips, ensuring every last drop of him spilled nowhere but inside me.

Withdrawing slowly, he hissed at the sight between my legs. Then he undid one of my restraints and smacked my thigh. “Roll over.”

My voice was weak, useless. “Scythe, we need—”

“Quiet.” He rolled and lifted me onto all fours by my hips.

On my knees, I turned to glare at him, but his hold was too tight to escape even if I’d wanted to. I didn’t want to. Yet I still said, “You can’t just keep fucking me.”

His nostrils and eye flared. “Watch me.”

Panic mixed with the overheating war inside my chest, robbing me of speech.

He flashed his canines, still red with my blood, with his wicked grin. “Bend over, wildflower.”

“I should…” I swallowed, beginning to feel the consequences of our actions, his blood staining my tongue.

“You should bend the fuck over,” he said softly. Far too softly. “Right now.”

Again, I swallowed and awkwardly turned back. My hand was still tied to the wooden headboard.

“Everywhere he touched you, everywhere he so much as looked at you, will be covered in me. In the pleasure I’ve found with his beautiful, cruel wife.”

“But you knew I couldn’t stay—”

“I knew nothing but you, so don’t bother trying that bullshit on.” He barked, “Ass in the air,” and smoothed his hand over each cheek when I complied.

Two fingers impaled me from behind, dunking in and out of me slow and deep. I moaned when they left, only to still when I felt them trail over my ass. Taking his time, Scythe painted it and my lower back in his seed.

“You’ve already marked me.”

His laugh was caustic, and I shivered when he said, “You know that wasn’t just a mark.”

He continued to gather and spread himself over my body. My breasts were squeezed, and my nipples pinched, his heat scalding at my back. “Smelling so much better already.”

Breaths left me in short, stilted puffs. My hips circled, every part of me awaiting something I shouldn’t but feared I would forever want. The burn built into an inferno, the fury of it leaving me stained with sounds I tried and failed to stop.