Soren went rigid against me and an unconscious Cole fell from his grip.
The black void in his eyes swirled, fracturing, and a silver of violet flickered before getting consumed again by black.
The rage in him intensified, and he grabbed me by my throat and slammed me into the tree where he had been holding Cole only a second ago. "You would kiss me to save your puny boyfriend?"
My legs kicked underneath me as I clawed at his fingers on my throat, wheezing. "Soren, you're hurting me—"
"Why, Adams? Did you want him to mark you in my woods? Was the idea thrilling, to say the least?" His fingers tightened. "Would you have preferred it rough against the tree? Where would he have taken first? Your tight little cunt or your virgin ass?"
Fear curled in my gut as I realized he thought I invited Cole here. "He came out of nowhere—"
"Let me guess. You went on a run at this time and conveniently ran into him?" He pressed his nose into my neck. "Why then, do you reek of lust and cum?"
