Thane
For some unexplained reason, I felt an unyielding need to brand her with my mark.
I knew there would be consequences, but this is beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
Now that she’s mine, it’s almost agonizing how much I want her.
It goes beyond bloodlust. I want her body.
Her attention. Her affection. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything, and although I know she feels a pull toward me too, it’s different for her.
She didn’t choose this. She was the one bitten, which means the rules aren’t the same for her.
It’ll be easier for her to resist the bond, and knowing her, she’ll do everything she can to make sure that happens.
But I felt it. Her want for me. If I were a different kind of animal, I would’ve splayed her out in front of everyone and claimed her with my mouth until there was nothing left to lick up.
But that’s not my style. I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman, but I have a few principles I refuse to waver on, and taking a woman’s body against her will is one of them.
Still, in that moment, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I swear I could hear her pussy calling to me, pleading me to satisfy the aching I knew she was feeling, but somehow, I found the will to stop my hand from going any further.
What kind of cruel torture have I cast upon myself?
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to own her, but now it feels like the other way around.
Perhaps it’s because I’m a hybrid. Maybe it affects me differently.
No matter what the reason, it’s too late.
I can’t undo it, which means I’ll have to find a way to control these urges.
I made a promise to myself long ago that no one would ever hold power over me, and I’ll be damned if I break it over some human girl.