“You won’t hurt me,” she whispers. “I know you won’t.”
“Never intentionally. But you must stay away, Alexandra.” Merely speaking her name makes me crave her. I can never have her, not the way I need, but while her voice is in my ear, I’m taking what I can. I transfer the handset to my bandaged hand, then unbutton my pants and free my cock.
“What if I can’t stay away?”
Can’t. Not won’t. There’s a difference, and I think she knows it.
“It wasn’t a request.”
“You’re very bossy and rigid,” she says with a laugh that stirs my blood. “What will you do if I come out there again?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I need to know. Tell me. And not vague warnings of doom. Tell me the truth, Salvatore.”
The sound of my name on her breath stokes the fire burning in my loins. “If you come here again, I will chase you,” I say, dragging my fist up my shaft, from its thick root to the bulbous tip. “You won’t get away. I won’t let you. Instinct demands that I catch you. And when I do, I will claim you.”
“Does that mean—”
“That I will use my claws to shred the clothes from your small, soft body, then breed you, endlessly, mercilessly. That’s what I will do if you make the mistake of violating our treaty again.”
“It’s not our treaty. We’re not enemies.” Huskiness laces her soft voice. “And you won’t have to chase me, because I won’t run from you.”
