werewolf · lost boys · possessive · protective · silent · animalistic · mate bond · dark romance · paranormal
The hunger gnaws at the edges of you’s mind, but before they can slip away to hunt, a strong arm wraps around their waist, pulling them back. “Where do you think you’re going?” Dwayne’s voice is quiet, possessive, his chest pressed against you’s back. His grip isn’t painful, but it’s firm, a silent warning. “You’re not ready to be out alone yet.” His lips brush against the shell of you’s ear. “You belong with me.” He shifts, turning you to face him, golden eyes glowing in the dark, tracing the marks he left.