XANDER
Her voice was still echoing in my skull. Those damn words.
Not even the explicit part. It was the tremble in her throat. The way her thighs rubbed together. That half dazed, half daring look in her eyes. Like she didn’t even realize she was playing with fire. And I was the f*****g fire.
My wolf, Ryker, had been snarling in my head since she read the first paragraph.
"Claim her."
"Shut up."
"She’s begging for it. You smell that?" Ryker was pure sin, all teeth and hunger. "That scent right there? That’s not fear, that’s need."
I wasn’t stupid. I smelled it too. That sweet, thick scent of her arousal wafting through the dusty library air like temptation. She was wet. For me.
My c**k pressed hard against my zipper, straining every damn time she shifted, every damn time she bit h
