ELEANOR
His shoulder dug into my stomach, his confirmation somehow icier than the water I'd been doused with as he carried me down the hall. My hair stuck wet against my face, my skin still stinging from the cold shower and his brutal scrubbing.
I wanted to scream, wanted to fight till my muscles failed, but I couldn't even do so much as scream, my voice lodged in my throat because of the heat rolling off him. That thick, suffocating aura that pressed on me like rocks in my throat.
I hated it. I hated him.
And yet… my body didn't seem to get the memo. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and needy, the bond thrumming like a live wire at the proximity, each step he took sending sparks between my thighs.
“Put me down, you bastard!” I growled when I finally found my voice, poundin
