Mature content Sexual themes Strong language Violence He was so much bigger than me. His large broad shoulders and frame towered over my shaking figure. It seemed like every muscle in his body was clenching, including his sharp jaw. His dark eyes were ablaze with anger as he stared me down, I squeezed my eyes shut willing myself not to cry. He was even more intimidating with all his intricate tattoos on full display as if dancing on his skin and large biceps. Jesus how many hours did he spend working out. He then reached his roughed calloused hand in attempt to gently touch my much smaller one. "Come here little one" his voice was gruff with anger but still he was still able to be much softer with me than anyone else. She was my little human mate. And she didn't know it. Yet.