Torrent chuckled. It seemed his female had other ideas. Well tough luck. He advanced on her.

Candy backed up one step and then another, and another. “Wait.” She held up both hands. “We really do need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He was pleased with how calm and understandable his words were even though they came out in a deep rasp.

“There’s a ton to talk about. I put it all out there and I can see that you are not taking it well.”

“I didn’t come to talk.” He closed the distance between them and clasped an arm around her waist.

“Torrent, wait,” Candy pleaded. She pushed against his chest.

“Don’t you want me?” He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what he would do if she denied him. He wasn’t sure that he could control his beast for much longer.

Rut.

Take.

Claim.

“You know I do.”

“Well then.” He lowered his head and buried it into her neck, nipping at her flesh. The scent of her arousal met his nostrils and he growled deeply.

On a hard rip, he shredded her sweater, curling his hand around her lush flesh. Her nipple tightened. Candy gave him another hard shove. “Wait.” It came out sounding breathless. “We can’t.”

“No more waiting. You are mine. Do you hear me?” His free hand cupped her mound and she made a whimpering noise.

“Yes… no.”

“You. Are. Mine.” It ended on a snarl. Shit, if he carried on like this he was going to scare her. “I need you,” a rough whisper.

“No!” More forceful this time. She slapped the side of his arm. “Stop!”

“Candy.” His voice sounded pleading, so close to begging it scared him. “I need to claim you now. I need to make you mine. Need to have you.” He pushed a hand past the elastic of her pants. “Stop denying me.”

She shoved at him some more. “We need to talk first.” She squirmed.

“Fuck!” He snarled, pulling away from her.

“I do want you.” She sniffed, she was crying. “I want for us to be together but not like this. You’re angry. You hate the idea that I was a call girl, a high-priced hooker. A whore.” She was openly sobbing now but her hands were fisted as well. She pulled her clothes together in a hard tug.

“Don’t call yourself those things.” Anger rose up in him. A lump formed in his throat.

“I had sex for money. It’s who I was. Was.” She practically shouted the word. “It’s in my past. It is a part of who I am but it doesn’t define me.”