Galen snarled. He reached behind her, slamming the door closed and quickly pinning her against it.
He bent his head, placing his mouth on her shoulder. So, near the placed she had already been marked, she almost flinched at the thought. He ran his tongue gently over the small scar he had noticed after she told him about her mate. He kissed it gently.
“Then you won’t blame me?” Galen asked, his hot breath tickling against her skin.
“For what?” she whispered.
Galen turned her chin, forcing her to look at him and stare into his bright green eyes swirling with a darkness that sent a hot jolt running through her, forcing her to tighten the muscles of her lower body unconsciously.
“For not being gentle…” he answered with a growl under his voice.
Bell’s breathing became shallow, and she smiled.
“I never asked you to be gentle…” she whispered back.
Galen’s responsive growl was low and vibrated against her skin, she moaned out as the nerves reacted to the stimulation.
