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Pain shot through my entire body, and I shook my head, my teeth still against her neck. I released my fist and grabbed Ember’s waist, tugging her even closer so her body was flush against mine.

“You’re mine,” I breathed against her.

She laced her hand into my hair and tugged. “Yours.”

I picked her up and deposited her onto the couch, unable to stop myself. My wolf was telling me to pull away and reject her, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth, my body wouldn’t pull away.

He had been telling me to mate her all this time, and now he wanted me to leave?

“Mine,” I murmured, dropping the chain that I had tortured the red-eyed monster with earlier and slipped my hand between her thighs. She spread them willingly, allowing me to claim that wet little pussy with my fingers. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she cried, back arching. “Yours. Please … please, mark me. Please, Davix …”

My teeth were still glued to her neck.

She’s begging me now. She wants it. She needs it.

All I had to do was slip them in … to claim her, to⁠—

Mom’s funeral flashed through my mind again, and I tightened my grip on Ember. She unbuckled my jeans and pulled out my dick, positioning it at her entrance.

“Please, I need it.”

I pressed my head against her entrance, trying to ignore it all. To ignore everything.

But Mom’s corpse wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. I squeezed my eyes closed, my body tense and my dick softening in Ember’s hand.

No, no, fuck no. I want her. I need her. For my wolf. For me. For …

Ember stiffened underneath me and tilted her head downward toward her hand gripping my cock. I cursed under my breath and tried to get hard again. I didn’t want to let her down. I needed to claim her in some way after what had happened, after her telling me that another man had touched her.

But I … I couldn’t.

“Davix,” she said, all those breathy moans gone.

“Sorry,” I whispered, finally fucking forcing myself to pull away from her neck, my teeth and wolf aching. I stuffed myself back into my pants and stood up, turning my back to her and trying to forget all these feelings. “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t have to look back to feel her staring into my back.

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ember,” I whispered, tilting my head enough to see her, “it’s not that. I …”

She was standing now, shuffling her feet with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Reject her,” my wolf said when I had expected him to tell me to comfort her. “Reject her. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Reject her before she leaves. Before you can’t anymore. Before she does it to you.”

“I …” I started.

“You’re so annoying,” Ember growled at me, shoving me away. “I’m done with your shit.” She stormed past me toward the hallway where Hazel was now stepping out from the bathroom. “I hate you, Davix. I fucking hate you.”

Chapter Fifty-Two

Davix

I balled my hands into fists and stormed toward my prison.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just do it?