“Yours,” Bria whispered, fiddling with the buttons on my shirt. “I’m … yours.”
Listening to the words come out of her mouth made me feel so good. I had waited forty-three years to find my mate, forty-three long, lonely years. And I so desperately wanted to really have her, wanted to sink my teeth into her pretty neck and claim her as my own.
But she was a human.
She’d need time to adjust to the reality of me being a man who could transform into a feral, savage, violent wolf. She’d need even more time to make that shift herself. Plenty of humans didn’t survive their first transformation, and I wanted to make my Bria strong enough. I couldn’t lose her.
“You’re mine,” I repeated.
“Only yours?” she asked again, her breath hitching.
“Only mine.”
“But I’m your student.”
And she was my ma
