Phantom drives for over an hour before pulling over at the mouth of an isolated gorge. The engine ticks as it cools, the silence of the wilderness pressing in. He steps out, strides to my side, and opens my door with a flourish.
“Take off your clothes.” His smoldering gaze locks onto mine, searching for the flicker of reaction.
I arch a brow, heat rising to the apples of my cheeks. “Come again?”
A smirk curves his lips. “We have to shift, princess. Traveling in our coyote forms is safer. You can trust me. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
My pulse spikes. Does that include you?
His gaze remains on me intimate and charged. Heat prickles my skin as he peels his shirt away, muscles flexing under the dim wash of moonlight. His belt buckle clicks, and I catch myself staring—eight‑p
