Lesley's POV
A low growl erupted from his chest. He leaned his body against mine. His lips trailed the naked skin of my exposed neck. The motion sent currents of soft electricity through my body, making me shiver. Yet not in a sexy way...
“Good!”
Suddenly, he dropped me. His hard frame left mine and he was gone. My legs barely caught the sudden weight of my body. Before I managed to pull myself together, I heard the door slam shut with such force that it shook the walls.
I released a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. My heart was slamming against my chest and was currently the only proof of life I had. My body was shaking, and more tears threatened to spill. Without thinking, my fingers found the angry mark left behind from his hand.
Jeez! Why don’t werewolves have domestic viole
