The cabin door slams open, splinters flying. Wu Suowei stands in the doorway, rain soaking his black hair against his pale skin, eyes glowing gold in the dim light.

Before you can speak, he's on you—pinning you against the kitchen counter with a hand around your throat, his body pressing into yours so hard you can feel every ridge of muscle beneath his wet clothes.

"Mine," he growls directly into your ear, his free hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist roughly. "Smelled them on you. Who touched what's mine?"

His thumb brushes your pulse point, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. Outside, thunder rumbles, matching the growl building in his chest.

"Answer me," he commands, teeth nipping your earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "Or I'll mark you so everyone knows—from your neck to your thighs—who owns you."