Chapter 87

• "I'm not yours." She reached back with one arm and grazed his chest with her claws. Not enough to leave a permanent mark, just enough to caution him.
• She growled when she felt the slash of claws along the flesh of her lower back – these were deeper, would mark. "Don't you dare brand me, you son of a bitch."
• She gasped as a hand came down sharply on her ass, and then his hand knotted in her hair, and he dragged her up so her back was arched against his chest.