JAMES
My blood was a raging fire inside my veins.
I stood near the center of the office, watching her scramble to grab her bag. My thoughts were a chaotic, violent storm. Ever since tasting her in that dark elevator, my wolf was clawing brutally at my ribs. The soft, desperate sound she made when my mouth crashed into hers was echoing relentlessly in my brain.
I was losing my mind.
I watched her rush toward the door. I could see the exact same agonizing, terrifying struggle burning bright in her green eyes. She wanted to run because staying meant surrendering. I wanted her more than I needed oxygen to breathe. I was starving, a lethal predator denied his mate for five long years.
In her frantic rush to escape, the strap of her bag caught the edge of a side table.
A tall stack of
