"You should be proud, Alexander. You're the first man who has made me do this in this life." I muttered, finding it as amusing as it could be.
The water had become bloody, a swirling, pale crimson that shimmered in the low firelight. I wrung out the cloth, watching the droplets fall back into the basin with a soft, rhythmic plink.
I looked at him—this massive, powerful predator who could likely break my neck with a single twist of his hands—and felt a strange, chilling sense of ownership.
He was sprawling across my bed like a fallen titan, his breathing deep and steady now, his shaggy wolf ears occasionally twitching as if he were dreaming of the hunt.
"You really are a glutton for it, aren't you?" I whispered, a small, dark smile playing on my lips.
