Night still hadn’t fully left my skin.
I moved on instinct, grabbing clothes and trying to pull them on, but my fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. The damp fabric clung to my wet skin, cold seeping straight into my bones.
A low, heavy beast-breath rumbled beside my bed.
I didn’t even have time to step back before that force shoved in so strong it made me stumble.
“Get out.” My voice went ice-cold. The towel and shirt were half-wrapped around me, a mess. Inside, Linda set every defense up.
[He crossed the line.]
The wolf lunged. Huge paws slammed down, pinning my limbs, and I crashed back onto the bed hard. I hadn’t even managed to get my clothes properly on—my hair was dripping, his breath hot against my neck and face, his scent swallowing the room.
And then… he licked me.
My throat. M
