I reach for another cotton pad and gently wipe the scratch near her neck.
The moment my fingers slide along the side of her throat my entire body goes tense.
Her neck.
Goddess.
My wolf goes absolutely insane. ‘Mark her.’
The thought hits me so hard my teeth almost ache.
Right there. Just sink my teeth into that soft skin and claim her.
I swallow and force myself to focus on the damn first aid kit instead of the fact that my c**k is painfully hard right now.
Emily is watching me suspiciously. “Why are you looking at my neck like that?”
“Relax,” I mutter. “I’m checking for scratches.”
Barely.
I pull my hand back before I do something stupid.
“Next time,” I say, my tone turning serious again, “don’t fight them.”
Her brows shoot up. “What?”
“If something like that happens again
