RYDEN

 “Sorry, I was rough on you.” Still catching a breath, I pulled her close to me until her back was pressed against my chest, and then I kissed the fresh mark between her neck and shoulder. She reacted as if it was sensitive, shuddering. “I know it was your first time, and I lost control. My wolf is possessive of you. Too possessive.”

 “It was perfect.” She grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I wouldn’t have changed anything.”

 “I’ll make it up, I ...