Things had been going better than he’d expected before that part at the end, when she’d burst into tears and run hysterical from the room, but that last part had kind of ruined it. What had he done wrong? Was the head cup too much? He shook himself, a growl tearing from his lips. His bear surged inside him, angry and frustrated. It had just been about to consummate with its mate, but something had denied it, and it was about to break Mike apart from the inside in its fury. He growled again and pounded the floor. Slowly his bear subsided. The sound of Jess crying softly from another room reached his keen shifter senses, and his bear growled again. Her own pain had put it on edge, and Mike knew it wouldn’t calm down until she did. His whole being vibrated with her pain. With some effort, he rose to his feet. Pain threatened to overwhelm him, and a wave of dizziness made him press a hand against the wall to steady himself. He really had lost a lot of blood against Bryce’s pride and probably shouldn’t be moving around.
