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She wasn't going to let him up until she was sure he wasn't going to hurt himself. If that meant taking a few bites then she'd do it, gladly, but she didn't want to hurt him. He was bigger than she was, so if he wanted to overpower her, she didn't think she could hold him down long. She braced herself for it, but he didn't fight her in the way she was expecting.

It was one thing to know that Bronco didn't like to fight, it was another to pin him down and have him respond like this. If she were the one pinned she'd have taken her fucking nose off by now, but instead Bronco withdrew in absolute panicked fear. She could feel it, and hear it, plainly in both the sounds he was making and the way his entire body reacted. He'd even wet himself. This wasn't anything remotely normal.

It's okay. You're okay, but I can't let you up. Not until I know you aren't going to hurt yourself. Her ears were back but her voice was level. Despite the clenched emotion in her gut, she was speaking as a healer right now, not as his mate. And as much as she hated the fear she had inspired, it was better than the alternative.

I'm not going to hurt you. But I need to know you aren't going to keep doing that. Maybe, eventually, he'd calm down. Maybe, eventually, something she said would make its way through.