Her breath hitches. I can feel her pulse racing under my palm, can smell the spike of arousal that floods through her at my words. Her body betrays her completely, even as her mind fights me.
“You wouldn’t—” she starts, but she is too breathless to finish.
“Try me.” I nip at her earlobe, satisfaction coursing through me when she shivers. “Test me, little wolf. See what happens if you come home smelling like another man.”
She shoves hard at my chest, and this time, I let her go. She stumbles back a step, her face flushed, her breathing unsteady. Without another word, she turns and stalks off, her spine rigid with fury.
I lean against the wall, watching her retreat, my body still buzzing with frustrated desire. My wolf paces restlessly, unsatisfied, wanting to chase after her and finish
