Chapter 87

Spellbook

He's such a blusterous maniac! There's a reserved room on the top floor exclusively for us where we can have our private coitus. But he's too aggressive, my arms are stuck in his clenches while shoving and kissing me on the door. The way he digs my mouth with his tongue suffocates me. I pushed him but his grip remained on my arms, then he dragged me to his bed and pinned my wrists—twisting his lips on top of me.

"I knew it, you're worthwhile, lady. Perhaps I shall not return you to your wolf boyfriend and you stay stuck here with me," he said seductively—and absolutely infuriating!

"Only a compelled woman will hit on you. Have some hygiene—!"

I was in the middle of complaining when he sucked my lips with kisses again! Not minding the stain of my red lips on his. Or maybe I just dislike the smell of this man, far from being better than the smell of my mate. Moreover, there's something intriguing about the smell of his bed: it smells like sea salt! He