Blackbeak Bluff Devoted to neurosis now

His lover was right; he hadn't really told him much about himself, but that was because he didn't really know shit about himself. He couldn't remember anything about his life before his head injury, and plus, it wasn't like he had ever really asked. He shelved that for now, though, because Alarian's first comment--his statement that the beast didn't own him--had stolen his complete attention. Midar raised a challenging eyebrow. He wouldn't put it quite like that, but the scarred male was his, and he was fairly certain he had made that known already. He'd gladly reiterate it, though. You are mine, he said with quiet anger, his possessiveness causing his jaw to clench as he said the last word. He drew in a few heavy breaths, staring at his lover, daring him to dispute his claim.