Elma POV
I tried to push against his bare chest, to shove the arrogant him away, but my treacherous wolf was already whimpering, utterly intoxicated by his potent scent of dark cedar and winter pine.
"You're a liar," Xander snarled against my lips, his hands gripping my hips.
"A bloody, manipulative rogue."
"Let me go," I gasped, my chest heaving as I managed to tear my mouth away.
"Not a chance in hell," he growled.
With one sweeping motion of his arm, Xander cleared his desk. Inkwells, maps, and wax seals went crashing onto the floor in a chaotic clatter. Before I could even process the destruction, his hands were under my thighs, hoisting me up onto the wood.
He stepped directly between my legs, his massive frame crowding me, leaving absolutely zero space between my soft curves a
