Kira’s POV
His hands gripped my waist tightly, possessively, and in one swift, effortless motion, he lifted me off the ground. A startled gasp tore from my lips as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart—which, maybe, he was.
“You drive me insane,” he growled against my throat, his breath hot and ragged as he pinned me to the door. “I should hate you for what your family did. I do hate you. But your scent—f**k, Kira…”
His voice cracked, primal and aching, and then he dragged me to the table like I weighed nothing. Papers and books scattered to the floor as he cleared the surface with one powerful swipe of his arm.
He set me down with a thud, his eyes wild—half-man, half-wolf, all heat.
“I shouldn’t want
