MEGAN'S POV
My wolf practically purrs inside me, her desire slamming into me so hard I have to grip the edge of the dresser to steady myself.
‘Want,' she growls. 'Want. Need.'
I jerk my eyes back up, my face absolutely on fire, and Xarion smirks at me.
"You're red," he observes, his smirk widening.
"I am not," I snap, though I can feel the heat radiating off my face.
"Sure you're not," he replies smoothly, clearly enjoying this.
I let out a frustrated breath, quickly grabbing a towel from the linen closet and shoving it into his hands. "Fine. Shower. Whatever. I don't care."
He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and I quickly retreat to my bed, burying myself in the blankets as I pull up my phone.
Get it together, Megan.
'He's ours,' my wolf purrs. 'You know you want him.'
Shut u
