“And if I said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it, but wanting to see how far I can push him.
“Then I’d remind you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the hand on my tummy between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into the wetness soaking my cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of delight. “And your mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and your fear.”
I snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can ever remember being. Sinclair only chuckles, removing his fingers from my aching s*x – despite my outrage. “So that’s the way it’s going to be, hmm?”
It wouldn’t be true control if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf answers in my head, apparently not quite ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair dir
