Chapter 43 Am Not Your Mate

• I was a fire, and he was the tinder fueling and stoking my flames. I didn't care that he intended to use me or breed me like some bitch that had one purpose. Nothing mattered right now, nothing except ending the pain in my apex that only he could soothe.
• I shoved Saint down onto the bed, sliding my hand along his muscular stomach to flick the button of his jeans, freeing his thick cock. Scooting back to escape his touch, I yanked his jeans down, sliding my gaze over the strength of his body. Slowly, I took in every sinewy curve and contour. He kicked his boots off, drawing my stare to where he slowly sat up, slipping the jeans from his legs.
• "Come here, Brat," he urged, but I shook my head slowly.