"Hunter," she purred, then ran a finger along his chest. Before, that would have unnerved her wolf and drawn her closer. Iona was amazing in bed and usually calmed him down if she left them drenched in sweat. Today, though, he wanted nothing to do with her. Her touch made his fur stand on end.
He grabbed her hand and stopped her before she could go any further. He liked Iona. She was a good person, a fantastic fighter, excellent in bed, and she didn't take what they had too seriously.
But he no longer wanted her in his bed.
Not since he saw Marilyn.
The mere thought of having Iona beneath him made his wolf growl and his c**k deflate.
Iona frowned and looked at his crotch. "What's wrong?" she asked, pulling her hand away. She tilted her head and inhaled. "You were so excited when I ope
