“What are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, Dominic started walking toward me.
In just a few steps, he had me cornered against the wall.
His arms came up and trapped me in place, one hand on each side of me. My back hit the cold surface of the wall, and suddenly, I felt weak. My knees almost buckled, and I had to hold onto the wall to keep myself steady.
My chest rose and fell fast. I couldn’t breathe properly with how close he was. Our bodies were nearly touching, and his scent—it surrounded me. Warm, masculine, wild. My wolf stirred inside me, alert, awake, and hungry for more.
Then I noticed his eyes. They weren’t looking at my face anymore. They were traveling down. I could feel the weight of his stare on every inch of my body.
When his gaze dropped to my chest, I instinctiv
