Kati Wilde

Now he will fight to possess her. Yet if she gives herself to us in love, if she consents to be ours, then he will be content, and lie tame beneath her hand, only emerging if she is in danger or needs protection.

“I vowed to marry you. What kind of man would ever look at another?”

Even the beast within me would not.

Her gaze falls to my cock again. “No one else has ever touched you?”

“Never.”

“I don’t have any family to leave it to. And in my heart, you have always been my wife.” His tormented gaze burns into mine. “So if something happens to me…it’s yours.”

Then curving downward, her brow creasing.

I will allow nothing to mar her happiness. “What?”

“Your teeth,” she says quietly, her lips quivering. “You still have fangs.”

So I do. But they are already gone. “I will keep them small, if they displease you.”

My voice thick with emotion, I do as she says. “Will you marry me, Cora?”

Her blue eyes are solemn. “If I say yes, will you ever let me go?”

“No,” I vow.

“Then yes,” she says, smiling happily.

“I love you, my beautiful Cora,” I growl softly,

doesn’t mean I’m blind. And pointing out someone’s tendencies isn’t the same as judging them for those tendencies.