‘Granger snarled, claiming her as his, before he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pulling her against him so roughly that the air was pushed out of her lungs. He crashed his lips down onto hers, sealing her airway.
She tried to struggle, but her burning lungs and panic overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t think.’
The memory woke her.
Ashleigh sat up in bed, panting. She hugged herself and hissed at the slight pain she felt. Lifting her shirt, she could see minor bruises on the side of her waist.
The marks of Granger’s overly passionate love. He couldn’t help it. She knew that. He had been holding himself back for two years, and now, with another wolf thrown into the mix, of course, he was going crazy.
She understood it would be different once they were married, once their bond was complete. Ashleigh touched a finger to the sensitive spot on her throat. She hoped he would be gentle when it came time to mark each other.
