His to claim

Brynn’s body was shaking so much that she thought she would explode from not touching him; she had craved him for days, and all the more she wanted to talk to him and apologize, to say anything to change that untrusting look in his gaze that broke her heart.

But she had been given no chance to, especially now that she was in between his legs, helpless and desperate for nothing but him.

"Killian," she started, but he hushed up as he raised his index fingers, which fell on her lips.

"Shhh, little wolf," Killian says coldly, and Brynn immediately obeys. She could feel her legs already getting weaker the more she knelt, but she was too focused on him to give a damn at the moment.

His hand reached her lips. Tracing it as her lower lips opened up from the intrusion of his fingers, it made Brynn open her mouth wider to take in his thumb, which she sucked, rolling her lips around his thick, rough finger. "Of course you’re good for this, and only this."

"I’m yours, remember?" She muttered agai