Charlie
Lance hovers over me, staring down with glowing eyes—the palest blue.
“Your wolf is showing,” I whisper.
He blinks, touching the tip of his tongue to one of his canine teeth, which appears longer than usual. “I won’t mark you,” he promises.
I wasn’t even thinking about what he’d told me on the way over here. That his wolf wants to bite me to embed his scent forever in me. But the way he’s talking, I’m getting the possessive vibe all over the place.
And I have to say… I don’t hate it.
I mean, it’s the last thing I’d have expected from a player like Lance. The whole reason I rejected him was because I figured he was a fly-by-night kind of guy. But now everything’s changed. He says he’s in it for life. He’s calling my p***y his.
It hits the buttons for me. Buttons I didn’t even
