MORGAN
“The bastard gave you his shirt to wear!” He ground out, all but exploding with a rumble from his chest. We weren’t touching but I felt the vibrations right down to my core that wept to be touched. By my wolfman.
“No, you don’t get to do that to me!” I somehow found my voice not wanting to be led on again, whether my body was pulsing for him or not I would not be subject to be made to feel used again.
I don’t think I could handle it if he worked me up with hope, only to give me the cold shoulder again and make me feel cheap. “You couldn’t even look at me today. You told me to stay away, and now you show concern because… because I smell like another man?”
He reared back a flash of hurt and shame briefly show itself in his eyes. Before they harden again and trained themselves back
