Chapter 8

I gasped for air, the apex of my thighs throbbing involuntarily. I tried to squeeze my legs together to help ease the sensation, but Conri had one of his legs positioned between mine. He growled possessively, and I shuddered at the sound of it. He ran his nose back up my neck and across my cheek to my lips. I was frozen in fear at his weird behavior and hoped it was just the full moon causing him to act this way. He ran his right hand over my cheek, warming me at the touch as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. His eyes were fixed on them, the hazel color dark with lust. Conri pushed himself up on his eyes, Keeping me pinned to the mattress but taking most of his weight off me, making it a little easier to breathe. “How old were you when you started running?” I furrowed my brows at the question.

“Seven? Maybe eight?”

“And you know nothing about Shifters?”

“No, my lord.” He brushed his hand over my cheek once more. I involuntarily flinched at his touch. He sighed, almost as if