84. Kate

In the reflection of the mirror I tried to use my free hand to touch the wound, to check if I could just wipe it away. He had nicked my neck with his silver blade, something no shifter can heal. Alpha Austin instead raised his knife, pointing it towards my fingers, that were blocking his view of my injury.

Slowly I lifted my hand away, watching his moves in the mirror instead of looking directly at his face. Like a dance, I was his prey trying not to get caught yet he wanted me scared enough to thrill him.

His blue eyes were racing with purple, his wolf loving every second. He sniffed, the metallic scent of my blood now in the air. With my hand removed he took away the knife and used the same hand to push my face into his.

Forcing his tongue into my mouth for a couple of seconds as I squirmed, he pushed my face away. Roughly licking the blood from my neck like a rabid dog I fought against his touch, trying not to cry at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. In struggling I accide