169. What, you want me to cuddle with you?

Sophia

My mark hurt. It throbbed under my skin, like an angry wound with a mouth that opened and closed.

Was it trying to speak? If so, what did it want to tell me? Maybe my body was rejecting what Konrad forced upon me.

[That bastard. How could I let him mark me when I wanted to reject him instead?] I cried to my wolf who just laughed in return.

[You enjoyed every seconds of it] she hissed.

He leaned against the cave wall, his foot propping him up, and he was so still. He was like a living stone who held himself rock-still. But when he did move, it was with a lethal precision, an animal created to kill and destroy. That was the sexy part of him. Since I'd never really experienced kindness from him, I didn't know if he had another side.

I was so cold, so cold that it was bone-deep. A gentle, caring man would have offered to hold me and warm me, but Konrad wasn't a gentle, caring man. Not like Matthew. He was barely a man. He was a beast who could only hunt and kill.

His eyes penet