I pressed my lips against Connor’s ear, the heat in my veins turning into a literal fever. My inner wolf was pacing, restless and demanding. I leaned in, my voice a jagged whisper, "I want you."
I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a wild, rhythmic drum. He pulled back for a fleeting second, reaching into the bedside drawer. Even in the height of his hunger, he was protective. He knew that with my ascent in the hierarchy of the Vale Media Group—and the target on my back from Turner Studios—a pup would tether me to the ground before I could truly fly.
"Why do you even have those?" I murmured, a trace of playful suspicion in my voice.
He moved back over me, his amber eyes burning with a depth that made my breath hitch. "We are bound, Ava. Husband and wife by law, and soon, s
