My wolf's chuckle vibrated deep inside of me, pushing me further onto the line that separated my irrational and rational thoughts. This was my club—I was the owner—and cornering a woman in the privacy of the women's bathroom wasn't rational.
No—and neither were the thoughts my wolf forced fed my mind at the moment. That smug look on her face, the shape of that dress, and the ungodly way she danced with another man made me feel, all crashed down on me at once, snapping my ability to stop myself.
Now I was in trouble. I'd lock the bathroom door, barricading myself in a small space with the woman I'm destined to spend my life with. Even if I didn't want her—I wanted her.
"Blaire. Blaire. Blaire. You're going to be a problem, aren't you?"
The pulse in Blaire's neck throbbed to a quick beat
