Chapter 173

• Harper's POV
• The loss of Mason inside me leaves a hollow that aches almost worse than the denial. My walls flutter around nothing, grasping at empty air, still slick and pulsing, still desperate to be filled. The ropes burn faintly as I shift, I'm damp and trembling from how long they’ve kept me spread and aching. My body feels wrecked already, but I’m still reaching for something I know I won’t be allowed to have.
• Fingers trail between my thighs, dipping briefly into the mess they’ve made, gathering slickness and spreading it across the tender skin where I’m still open and waiting. I can’t tell who it is, but the way the hand grips my hip a moment later tells me I won’t be empty for long.