For My Insult

He reared back as though I'd hit him. "The Hell if you think so!"

His feral eyes narrowed on me. "I was being kind, but you'll pay for saying that. You'll ache tomorrow. I'm going to fuck you until all you feel is me in your body with every step you take. To remind you who you belong to!"

What have I done? I knew better than to incite a wolf. Especially one under a Mating Moon.

Have I lost my mind? What was I thinking? I knew my mistake, but my fear was driving my foolish tongue.

"No! I don’t belong to you, Jaecar!” I cried defiantly. Trying to distance myself from the immense fear I was feeling.

It didn’t dawn on me in the least, that what I’d said could’ve hurt him and he’d retaliate in kind. The Mating Moon making him excessively vicious, aggressive and possessive.

"Yes." He withdrew to slam back into me. Intent on showing me my place. “Here.”

Then he strained forward to fist my hair at the side of my head. “Here.”

My mind.