“Yours.” I whispered, breathless and gasping, the sound like a wisp of smoke as I felt his knee pressing against my core. “I’m yours.”
The growl that leaves his chest is possessive… agreeing. “Then tell me why you’re upset with me.”
My stomach was in knots from both fear and, oddly, desire. “You only chose me to make the city pack angry.”
His dark eyes looked at me with a stare that I would remember for the rest of my life. “I have done many things to make them angry, but choosing you isn’t one of them.”
“But I heard,” I managed, my pulse thumping.
His thumb goes to my lips, going over them in a gentle caress and effectively stopping me from saying another word. “I am sorry, June. I do not speak often, as you might have noticed, and I don't really care for idle chatter, but I see
