He didn't reply with words. Instead, he tilted my chin up with his free hand, his thumb brushing roughly against my lower lip, forcing my gaze to meet his stormy gray eyes. They burned with that same cold fury I'd seen earlier, laced with something primal, possessive.
My breath caught in my throat, the air thick with our mingling scents—his smoky cedar enveloping me like a forest after a storm, grounding and overpowering, while my floral pheromones bloomed in response, sweet and submissive, like wildflowers yielding to the wind.
As mates, our scents were designed to entwine, to amplify each other's desires, but his hatred twisted it into something darker, more intoxicating. The pheromones he released now weren't gentle; they were a weapon, flooding my senses and seeping into my blo
