“You want to tell me why you disappear into town for hours and come back smelling like you’ve been rubbing up against Fisher from the grocery store?” Dayne asks me, his voice placid.
I’ve woken to find we’re in our bed, lying side by side, and he’s covered us up to our waists.
With that one question, Dayne rips away all my warmth, contentment, and my after-s*x glow.
Of course, that’s what this was all about.
Dayne scented Fisher and his wolf pushed him to stake his claim on me, which explains his shoving me in the shower, clothes and all.
My hands search for the sheet and I draw it up to cover my nakedness, feeling exposed.
But Dayne doesn't let the sheets get to breast level before he’s tugging it right back down. And although he’s not looking at my bare breasts, my cheeks redden at
