Chapter 33
Trista's POV
The air was like frost-covered glass. Even breathing scraped against the edges.
I pressed against his shoulder. "If you have nothing to say, let me down."
He grabbed my chin and covered my mouth. His lips and teeth were demanding. His Alpha aura pressed down my collarbone, like trying to tear my scent gland open from the inside.
I gripped his collar and his shoulder line. I was completely trapped in his arms.
The instinctive pull of the mating bond tried to draw us together.
I suffocated my breathing, locking my scent away layer by layer. I sealed the after-smell at the edge of my gland—no further inside than this.
His pheromones continued to invade. My wolf gave a low moan in my mind.
I suddenly raised my head and bit down hard on his lower lip.
The metal
