RYKER
Did she love the way he kissed her more than I did?
The question burned through my mind like acid because I could not stop replaying the sounds she made under him, the way her fingers had gripped his hair while she moaned.
Was it louder than when she was with me?
Why the fuck did I even care?
I did not care if any other man had her. Or if Rowan did. She was just a means to an end, just another weapon to use against my father.
Except my hands were still clenched into fists and my wolf was still snarling to rip my brother's throat out for touching what belonged to me.
The door shut behind Amaris and the sound echoed in the sudden silence.
Rowan turned to glare at me, his chest still heaving and his hair completely messed up from her hands. "What the fuck is your problem Ryker?"
I laughed and the sound came out more cruel than I expected. "Asking me that when you were the one just fucking her on your bed?"
