I latched on to his large hand with both of mine, getting momentarily distracted by the beautiful contrast between our skin tones. He was a shade or two paler but more olive, while I had the healthy—if slightly waning—tan of a Texan who liked running outdoors. Even his hands were hot. They were strong, wide and thick where mine were slim and small. He made me feel delicate.
That didn’t happen often as an alpha she-wolf. I could bench-press a full-grown human man without breaking a sweat. Weaker pack members didn’t attract me. But Gael? Damn, his dominance was addictive.
I was officially losing my mind. I lifted his hand cautiously, slipping myself sideways, toward the ground.
Nugget took that exact moment to panic, leaping off my chest like a rat off a sinking—err, sliding—ship and skit
