Alexis tried to breathe as much as she could. He was suffocating and his scent and pheromones that were all over the place didn't help.
She was at his mercy.
Her lower belly burned in so much heat, she clasped her legs together and dropped her forehead against his chest, a whimper sounding out of her.
"K-keelion, a-are you in rut? Y-your pheromones…"
"And what should I do about it?" Warm lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "Go to another woman and fuck her?"
She grasped tight onto his shirt. "You wouldn't. Y-you wouldn't try that."
"But you would let another man put his filthy mouth on you!" he growled with a harsh breath. "You fucking infuriate me and yet you find your way right inside my head, in places you shouldn't be."
Alexis shakily lifted her head to meet his eyes. "I told you, I-It was a mistake."
"You're mine, Alexis." His words came in a whisper—a dark grit that made her pant. "Only mine. But you don't understand that you were made for me."
