The implication of his words hangs thick in the air and heat crawls up my neck, not from embarrassment but from irritation, and the worst part, the bond—damn the bond—hums again, low and insistent, feeding off the proximity, the heat, the friction between us.
I hate this.
I hate how easy it is for him to twist things.
I hate how my body betrays me in the smallest ways.
"Careful, Alpha," I murmur coolly. "You're starting to sound desperate."
"And you are playing a dangerous game, mate," he rumbles, his voice a dark purr but my expression remains unchanged, I refuse to show him that the dark look in his eyes is causing a torrent of electricity to run down the length of my spine.
To be honest, I knew from the moment I touched his body it was a dangerous move but then again, I've never b
