RIFF RAFF

That, I wasn’t a fan of.

Sure, I’d had no problems punching Elena and plotting her death when I’d thought she’d been a power-stealing, child-murdering witch, but the thought of truly hurting her or letting anyone else do so now…made every facet of me boil with the darkness I worked to keep tightly bound.

“I’m going to get so drunk when we get to Riff-Raff.” Amy giggled, hanging on to Mark.

I couldn’t tell whether or not she was putting on an act with the way she draped herself over the Bear shifter, pawing at his chest. Regardless, I looked away.

Elena seemed to be ignoring them as well, which made me want her even more.

She had no expectations about who I was supposed to be as her mate. She didn’t ask me to fawn over her or be someone I wasn’t. She accepted my gruffness as equally as she accepted my need to touch her when we were together at night.

There wasn’t an inch of her body that I hadn’t worshiped with my mouth or fingers yet, but since I’d told her about sex solidifying our b