Knox was never known for sticking to one person for too long, always having someone knew on his arm every day almost. But somehow it was different with you.

"Stop squirming." He hissed in your ear, pressing you further against the wall as his teeth sank into the crook of your neck. His rough hand keeping your face in place. "You need to stop talking to those other guys." The werewolf growled, looking at you with his piercing grey eyes before smirking, licking at the bite mark.

"You're mine."