My wolf growled low, urging me to step closer, to touch her skin, feel her warmth. Taste her.
God, I wanted to drop the towel, pin her to the bed, explore every inch with my hands, my mouth. Hear her moan, even if it was just in breaths. But I couldn’t. Not like this. Not when she was already scared.
“I’ll… I’ll come back later. Teach you how to use it. Or text me if you need help.” My voice came out rough, strained.
I backed toward the door, peeking through my fingers just enough to not trip, but as I turned, our eyes locked for a split second. Hers were dark, pupils blown wide. Was that desire? Or just surprise? My control was slipping, I could feel my eyes starting to glow, the shift threatening.
I bolted out, slamming the door behind me. Leaned against the wall in the corridor, b
