Keith's POV
The words, spoken before she claimed my lips with such raw, primal possession, sent a jolt through me that it stole my breaths. For a heartbeat, i was frozen.
For me and my brothers, dominance was something forced upon us, never given to us, and certainly never offered to us as a privilege.
But Eleanor's kiss, her snarled "Mine," was gift. A claiming i never knew i craved. The shock melted away in an instant, replaced by a surge of something fierce and protective. I claimed her in return, claiming the dominance she was so freely offering.
But a voice of reason, thin and strained, whispered din the back of my mind. I am the reason she is in this state. This isn't about my pleasure. I need to help her relieve the ache.
