They stood in the center of the ring, a mere meter apart, with Francine's heart racing in anticipation. The alpha stared so intensely that she could almost feel his eyes peering into her soul, searching for her deepest weakness. Her breathing was rapid, and her stomach twisted into knots of fear, anxiety, and intrigue.
There was something about the pure power radiating from Jacob that made her thighs clench together, trying to ease the dull ache gathering at her core. He was magnificent.
He lifted his arms, and her mouth watered as his abs flexed when he removed his t-shirt and tossed it out of the ring. Her eyes roamed over his body unashamedly, and the ache in her core became a strong throb of carnal need and desire.
She could smell Jacob's intoxicating scent of cinnamon and spice inv
