Chapter 40 Master, Please Don't

• "Delia, you're the first werewolf to leave a mark on me, and as your master, I owe you a little punishment."
• The tip of Kral's high nose kept touching my face like a wolf studying how to bite its prey, his golden pupils like a pool. I closed my eyes and dared not move.
• He lay on top of me and the bed sank slightly. His legs pushed open my knees, and the fabric left a faint red mark on my soft skin, forcing me apart. The pink towel slid off as he moved. My body was exposed to him.