I flop back and close my eyes. Why is this so hard? It always has been, from the second I knew he was mine, but I know deep down it’s not supposed to be.

I plunge my fingers between my legs, finding my slick passage and the swollen nub that begs for attention. It’s not what I want, but what else can I do? There’s no relief from this male, only the stoking of a fire that somehow makes me hungrier, thirstier, and angry. So angry.

“Okay. Okay.” Draken’s talking to himself. I have no patience left for him.

And then his rough fingers slip through my folds, sending a...