"Eric… we shouldn't do this," Sera moaned, the protest ruined by the way her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails biting lightly through his shirt.
He heard her. He just could not stop.
His mind was a storm. If he could not have her, if he could not marry her, if he could not mark her, then he was going to leave something behind. A piece of him. A fragment of the bond they were never meant to finish. Ravok growled approval and sorrow, the wolf already praying alongside him.
Please, Moon Goddess, let this mean something. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about the generational curse.
He tugged her shirt down her shoulders. She shivered from the way he looked at her. He lifted her without effort, and she gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.
He set her down on the bar.
