CHAPTER 32

　　"Ashton?" I exclaimed as I was roughly awoken by my growling mate, his long canines pointy as he scowled at me. Even in the darkness the distinct lethal spark shooting through his now ethereal orbs doesn't escape me.

　　I looked around the bed in confusion. What did I do now?

　　"Come here!" He commanded as he wandered to the black dais by the hearth to fall plush on and wagged me to him. I looked back as if expecting someone else to emerge from behind me but when I faced him again, he was still fixed on me, his head down in a predatory manner.

　　I gulped down heavily. Did I do or say something in my sleep?

　　"Don't waste my time, woman!" He lashed out at me, sitting up from the chair with his two hands by the armrest. I cowered and scurried off the bed to the edge to go to him.

　　"On your knees." He brisked, his eyes not faltering from me. "Don't make me say it again."