34. Doing a Favour

“Whether I treat you like a plaything or as my mate, is something I get to decide, pet,” he murmured. I shivered at the use of a new nickname. It took some time for my mind to register his words. However, he did not stop. His lips skimmed down the length of my throat, grazing over the mark. The cool surface of the wooden table created goosebumps on my rapidly cooling but still scorched and sweat-drenched skin. My breath hitched as his lips made a downward trek, nipping my left collarbone where I already knew a bruise was forming.

I bit back a whimper when his tongue flicked my over sensitive nipple. But my restraint must have not been up to his liking because I screamed when he harshly bit the nub and took it in his mouth.

It was hours ago when I had sneered at him for treating me like that, which made him angry. He took me against the shelves and then on the desk. His furs had sprouted, but he was still somewhat human.

“Isaac,” I moaned. I tried to push him away because the sens