ISABELLA
I froze, almost holding my breath, feeling that damp nose huffing and sniffing through my hair, brushing my neck, tickling me.
I fought the urge to twist under that dominant weight that wouldn’t let me move a single muscle.
Anyone would’ve been uncomfortable like this. The heat of his fur turned suffocating. And still... it was a shelter where I felt safe.
“Don’t get nervous...” I tensed when that rough voice sounded in my head, through the wolves’ universal bond. But he’d never spoken to me before.
“I... I’m not nervous,” I stammered, feeling that breath against my ear, the way he settled over my body.
The mattress creaked under his weight, and I was this tiny thing tucked under all that fluffy fur.
“Yes, you are, and you smell... bad.” Straight to my self-esteem.
Heat ru
