"You stole from me. You stood me up. Now... you are going to be punished."
The deep, vibrating whisper from Kaelen made my body shake from his voice which reached my ear. The heavy oak door was solid against my back, trapping me completely. I had no option to escape the situation. The dark, intoxicating scent of black ice and cedar held me captive, forcing me to feel the hidden bond which connected us as mates.
I forced myself to swallow the lump of terror in my throat. I had to play the part. I had to portray myself as a frightened human who needed help.
I am not aware of what you mean by your words. I spoke to him while I focused on the area between his unbuttoned black dress shirt buttons. The pale moonlight highlighted the sharp, defined cut of his chest muscles beneath the fabric.
