Honeysuckles by January Rayne

I escape the hell that tortured me for months.
I’m turned into something so dangerous and brutal; I don’t recognize myself.
And when I feel a pull in my chest, I follow it not understanding why.
I see her and possession takes over.
Her beauty is addiction.
And her smell?
God…her scent….mmm…
It drives me insane.
A thing like me doesn’t stand a chance with a woman like her.
I am obsessed. I can’t stay away.
I stalk her.
I kill for her.
I take her.
I mark my territory.
I protect her from everyone and everything.
Except me.
She’s mine.
Whether she likes it or not.

And all my beasts agree.