He answers her thoughts. The handprint on her neck, the bloody claw marks on her thighs. XXX Allan snarls. You’ve challenged him!”
Allan continues to hear her thoughts, her voice soft and kind “I’ve always given..always answered your call, I want to feel you… please Beast, my Beast” Allan touches her lips. Jerrod paces in front of her, heart pounding. His eyes see the bruised grip on her wrist. Anna softens under his grip. Her voice fills his mind “does your heart beat so loudly that you cannot hear my calls? Pounding deeper. Staring at he big brown eyes, soft light surrounds her. Anna moves to him, reaching out to him, slowly as if he was a beaten dog, her soft gentle fingers stroke the side of his face.
