Friedrich’s POV
The strong scent of Velvet’s exuberant lavender perfume lingers in the air making me nauseous. Her fingers trace circles across my chest, slowly and deliberately. I force my eyes to remain shut, holding my breath. My wolf bristles in protest, but I lie still, deliberating if I should move or just let this play out.
Well, of course, she doesn’t stop. Instead, she inches closer, the warmth and softness of her body encroaching on mine. Her lips graze my ear sending an uninvited shiver down my spine. “Mhm, I know you secretly want me. Don't hold back, just claim me.”
The insinuation that I secretly want her irks me and I think, ‘No, Velvet, I don't want you. I never had. And I'll never claim you because I've found my mate.’
I should’ve stopped this earlier, before she got b
