Page 43 of Shattered Trinket
My criminal.
My monster.
My Alpha.
My Ghost.
Despite seeing firsthand how broken I am, his want and hislovefor me remain unwavering. But he’s also understanding enough to respect my choice and allow me to leave if it’ll make me happy. He’s willing to give me the power—the control—over his own wants and desires, and that alone fills me with a sense of empowerment, leaving me feeling like an entirely different woman from the one I’ve become so accustomed to.
With his eyes firmly on me as he hovers above me, his thigh moving in and resting between my legs, pressing dangerously close to my suddenly throbbing center…
I feel desirable.
I feel safe.
I feel beautiful.
I feel seen.
But most of all, I feelloved.
“Do it again,” he rumbles, running his nose softly down mine.
“Do what?” I rasp out, my voice barely a whisper.
“Growl for me, baby. Show me those teeth.”
Sixteen
Jeremiah
Cozy’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating until the vibrant blue of her iris is almost concealed. Her breaths come out in quick pants, but her demeanor remains calm and composed, showing no hint of anxiety or a need to run away. The sugary sweet and tart lemon bar scent that’s become an obsession for me since the first tiny hit I got over a year ago teases my senses until I can practically taste it in the back of my throat, and the urge to get a real taste straight from the source nearly has me breaking the hold I have on my control.
This omega… Thiswoman…
She doesn’t understand the true extent of my feelings for her. The true extent of my love and devotion for her. Just how wrapped around her dainty finger she has me.
I’m unclean, a sinner of epic proportions, and she’s my only vice. The only thing in this world that I’m addicted to and can’t live without. When she’s not with me, I feel empty—incomplete—because without her, my existence in this cold, cruel world is questionable. To me, it feels like she’s my sole reason for existing.
Before her, I’d been walking through this world—through life—fully embodying the persona of the Ghost on the edge of reality, just existing without really living. But the minute I laid eyes on her, it’s like this sudden life was breathed into me and the world became awash in technicolor, a halo of purity hanging around the frail omega collared to the ground.
Her beauty is incomparable, and it extends far beyond her physical appearance, even if she doesn’t see it yet herself. While she is undeniably physically stunning, it’s her inner beauty that truly captivated my heart as I got to know her. And for some unknown reason, she loves me. She sees something in me that I’ll probably never understand, and as much as I know I should walk away so I can keep my filth from ever touching her, I can’t.
Not if she wants me.
Not if she needs me.
I would gladly kneel and carve out my heart, placing it at her feet as I enter purgatory, all at her command. If it meant she would never have to endure pain or fear again, I wouldn’t hesitate to turn entire cities into ash and rubble. There’s nothing I won’t do for Cozette, nothing and nobody that could keep me from her, and not one soul I won’t destroy if they hurt her, including myself.
I don’t know how these new alphas of hers will react to me, especially once the brother finds out I was almost responsible for abducting his sister, but for her sake—and theirs—I hope they don’t put her in the middle of their dislike of me and try to make her choose. Because they’ll only be hurting her, and if they hurt her…
Staring down at this angel among demons, I’m well aware that I’m one of the luckiest, undeserving bastards. I know I don’t deserve her, but I’ll spend every day until my last breath striving to be the person she deserves. I’ll give her my all, and prove myself worthy of her love, no matter the cost.
When she wrinkles her nose at me, I can’t help but grin down at her, finding her adorable and slightly perplexed expression irresistible.
“Why would you want to hear that pitiful excuse of a growl I squeaked out again?” she huffs, rolling her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh under my breath.
Because that kitten growl was incredibly sexy, and now all I can picture is your nails raking down my back until you draw blood while you growl in my ear like a feral beast, completely wild and untamed,I think to myself.