Hazel
Knut’s large hand palmed my head, dropped to my nape and gave it a squeeze. My body had relaxed in the warmth of his regard and the fire, but now my heartbeat picked up. His thumb stroked over the sensitive skin of my neck and tingles spread through my body, focusing on the points of my n*****s and the valley between my thighs.
His eyes, which had dimmed as I’d shared my tale, flared brighter. He took his hand away.
“If I tell you to stay here, will you obey?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You will not like the consequences if you don’t.” He reminded me of the punishment he’d dealt earlier, and the one he’d promised. Fire leaped into my blood at his stern look.
As soon as he shut the door, I rose and went to the window, wanting to see what form he would take next. A large silver wolf ran acros
