Rihan felt like an asshole.
He was an asshole, if he was being honest with himself.
He had used Taeryn for seven uninterrupted days of rut, taken him apart and put him back together until the Alpha was trembling, bruised, and looking like he'd been mauled by something far bigger and far hungrier.
And the worst part? Rihan found it incredibly attractive.
The sight of Taeryn's skin covered in bite marks and red scratches only made his chest heat in a way he refused to acknowledge.
Neither of them had eaten.
Neither had drunk even a sip of water.
Their bodies simply hadn't cared; instinct had drowned out every human need except the one Rihan couldn't suppress.
But now that the haze had finally cleared, he actually wanted to cook something warm, sweet...
But… Taeryn.
Tae was the problem.
Tae was always the problem.
