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The power and authority in his voice hit her deep in her core, sending her tu into a climax so vicious it tore a scream from her throat

Ryan snarled as her claws sliced into his back, branding hi and spas his teeth into her throat, he ra jet after jet of cout He ht not have claimed her officially, but he’d claimed her in his oith his body, his teeth, and his co

Makenna Wray would never be free of hi at herself in the bathroohed Hell She was covered in brands that pretty much broadcasted "Ryan has been here" There were little bites on her neck, shoulders, and breasts There were claw marks on her hips, stoerprint bruises on her hips, ass, and thighs

She wished she could say they pissed her off They didn’t Nor did the fact that she was sore and tired She felt taken, sated, and very well fucked

She had been well fucked Ryan had taken her in the shower, on the floor of the bathrooainst the wall Then--while she’d been limp as a noodle--he’d bathed her, ate her out, and put her to bed In theher slow and hard

Their first time had been so wild and frantic that she’d uy had a big thing for control Not to the extent that he expected her to be submissive No, he liked that she was defiant He even liked that she nored theht itself had branded her

Her wolf liked wearing his marks, liked that he’d felt the need to display such possessiveness What she hadn’t liked was the amount of scars on his body

It hadn’t been until they showered together that Makenna saw them They weren’t battle scars No The scars, lesions, and burns told her that he’d been subjected to horrific torture And she fucking hated that Her wolf had lunged to the surface with a growl,Makenna’s eyes turn wolf Ryan had kissed and licked her neck, soothing the ani her Makenna had wanted to ask about theers buried in her There was a time and a place for conversations like that It was--

A flicker of movement in her peripheral vision alerted her that she wasn’t alone Ryan was in the doorway, staring at her, eyes inscrutable as always Naked, he was a sight to behold with all those sleek, hard h the mirror "You do realize I look like the victi to stand behind her, Ryan cupped her hips possessively, eyes roa over her brands "I don’t thinkthe aree with that She’d also bitten his shoulder a few times "We need to learn some self-control"

Ryan usually had that in abundance He was rough during sex--it was the way he liked it But he never lost control Except with Makenna "You need another bath"

Makennaher arh you had one last night, you still have to be sore"

She shrugged one shoulder "I don’t mind" It was a reht of endless hot sex

"You should still have one"

His gruff voiceto take care of her "I need to eat first" As if to express its agreery she was, Makenna wasn’t at all looking forward to breakfast The Phoenix wolves were bound to say so to cover all of theot washed and dressed

On the way to the kitchen, they knocked on Zac’s door A grumpy, sleepy voice called out, "Go away"

"Zac isn’t aperson," Makenna warned Ryan as she picked Zac’s lock with a hairclip Swinging the door open, she shouted, "I hope you’re not naked, kid, because I’ in"

"Ah, Makenna, it’s early," he slurred They found him in bed, curled up under the quilt Makenna opened his curtains, and Zac shrunk away fro the covers over his head, he whined soet up, you’ll oes all out," added Ryan "There’ll be bacon, eggs, toast, biscuits and gravy--"

Zac shot up in bed and peeked at theravy?"

Ryan nodded "But Marcus is here He never stops eating, and he loves biscuits and gravy If you don’t hurry, there’ll be none left"

It was almost comical when everyone did a double take at the brands on Makenna’s neck and upper arms when they walked into the kitchen ten o by, Ryan hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t usually the possessive type Zac hadn’t seemed that surprised by the brands; he’d h fro fairly amicably toward Makenna As they took their seats, no onecoh it looked as if Trick was eager to say so back because Zac was present--she wasn’t sure In any case, it meant that the meal wasn’t the uncomfortable affair she’d expected Until Greta spoke