Jericho
The order rang out somewhere in the dark. It made him more frenzied. The slide of her hot skin right next to mine, the smell of blood, the pumping of her heart. It enticed him even closer to the surface. And my claws ripped into the sheets as I gripped hard.
The bedframe cracked underneath us.
I caught my reflection in her eyes. Pitch black eyes. Dark veins. Darkening, morphing skin. Fanged teeth. And yet, she held still.
"How?" I whispered, throat closing around the words. "How can you look at me like that? I was hurting you."
Her fingers tightened against my jaw. "You were having a nightmare. You still are."
"I was strangling you." The words echoed between us. Ugly, rotten, true words. "I could have killed you. I want to hurt you."
Her nose nuzzled against mine. She was so warm. "That isn't true. That isn't who you are."
My Lycan laughed darkly at that. "You don't know what I am, malyshka."
Her thumbs brushed my cheeks, curled gently in my hair. "You're Jericho."
