"Don't move. I mean it, Kyrie."
The words froze every muscle in my body before my mind could even process why. Citra's voice carried that same tone of authority she'd used when telling me not to mark her during the thunderstorm.
Or when confronting me when we first met. I'd been obeying her from the very beginning. In ways that my wolf should have continued to bristle over. At being commanded by someone who wasn't even properly mated to me.
Instead, it settled into instant submission - as if it agreed this state was exactly where we belonged. The rogues around us… I barely registered their presence anymore
Every part of my attention was focused on the woman who had taken complete control of me with nothing but words. The words of my mate were… absolute.
She stepped so close as if she had no fear, but I knew she was utterly full of it. I could smell it in that wild scent of hers, just like every other time. How she was scared to be close to me…
