Chapter 31

“Look at that,” he growled, sliding a finger inside me. “Soaked.” He added a second finger, curling them in that way he knew drove me crazy. “This pussy belongs to me for two more months. Don’t forget it.”

My body trembled, caught between pleasure and self-loathing. This was what he did to me-reduced me to basic instincts, to the responding to his touch.

“I hate you,” I whispered, even as my hips moved against his hand.

“Hate me all you want,” Drake replied, his voice husky with desire. “Your body knows the truth.” He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and I heard the zipper of his pants slide down. “Turn around.”

“A fucking psycho,” I spat.

His nostrils flared, and for a moment, I thought he might strike me. My wolf cowered, but I kept my chin high. Instead, he laughed, the

sound cold and dismissive.