Leah's POV
"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low, yet imbued with undeniable authority.
Never in my life had I been forced to do anything, making his commanding tone both foreign and strangely tantalizing.
"You heard me, Leah," Finn repeated, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "I want you. Right here, right now."
"Finn, we need to talk," I said, my voice wavering.
Finn roared, his hands gripping my shoulders with a fierce, almost desperate strength. "I don't want to talk," he snarled. "I want you to take off your clothes right now. Don’t make me do it for you. You're not the Lycan King's daughter to me. You're my woman. And I want my woman to obey..."
I didn't wait for him to finish. With a deliberate, almost defiant motion,
