His palm was warm against my skin. His fingers wrapped around my ankle completely while his thumb brushed against the bone there.
“Alpha, what are you doing?”
“I said don’t move.”
His hand slid higher. Slowly. Up to my calf, tracing the curve of muscle with deliberate precision.
My breath came in short, shallow gasps. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to do something—pull away, sit up, insist on knowing what he was doing.
But I couldn’t move.
With every inch his hand travelled, my wolf stirred, practically purring with satisfaction.
“You don’t understand, do you?” His voice was barely above a whisper now. “What it does to every man. Seeing a woman like this.”
His hand reached the back of my knee then paused there.
“Or seeing the way you smiled and laughed with him.”
Wait!
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