“Yes,” he snarled.
“Will you care for me? Make sure all my needs are met?”
“Yes.” He growled the words, his fingers tightening in her hair.
“Will you keep me at your side?”
“Always,” he answered, making it sound more like a command than a vow. “You’ve asked, and I’ve agreed. You’re mine.”
The verbal claim felt like a brand against her skin, or at least, one that seared her soul. There was no going back. She was his.
“You didn’t ask, but here’s my vow. I’ll protect you until my last breath. I’ll care for you and see to all your needs. All of them. You’ll be at my side. Not in front of me. At my side. Always. That is my vow. You’re mine, Laramie Holloway, and I’ll kill anyone who thinks to take you from me.”
He wiped his arm across her mouth, and she snarled until she realized he was cleaning some of the blood away. When she would have turned to glance toward Natalie, he commanded her attention. He took her mouth in a heated kiss, tongue playing along hers while his hands cupped her ass and lifted. Everything fell away but him. She didn’t realize he’d moved them until she felt a door at her back and he was pushing his way inside. One glance around and she knew it was the cabin where he’d taken her virginity.
He headed straight for the bathroom, closing them in then starting the water.
“I want her blood off you,” he snarled as if the sight and scent of it offended him. “Then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until there’s no part of you I haven’t filled with my seed.”
She licked her lips with anticipation.
“We can start there,” he agreed, pushing her into the shower.