CAIN'S POV
The desire to rip off her clothes and possess her was strong, but his urge to make her fall for him was stronger. Cain stared at the book in his hands, the cover unlike any he'd seen before."The Act of Edging," he muttered, tossing the book aside with frustration, even as he felt like he was the one being toyed with.
He had feigned sleep, but rest had eluded him entirely. The only satisfaction he found was knowing that Violet hadn't slept well either. Even with half his vision gone, he could see it—the way she stepped out of the bathroom. She was ready, practically daring him to touch her. But he had resolved not to give in.
"She's a witch! I'm only keeping her around because she's my mate!" The thought simmered in his mind as he stared at the tension in his crotch. Shaking himself free of the distraction, he glanced at the rapidly changing scenery outside the car window.
