Very naked.
Very attractive, too.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck. Fucking, fucking—fuck.”
His chest rose and fell heavily.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His breathing grew shallower, and heavier, and faster all at once.
The look in his deep brown eyes was one I’d seen in Zoe’s before, when her anxiety peaked and a panic attack hit her.
Unfocused.
Terrified.
Trapped.
One of his hands lifted to his chest, and he sucked in deep breaths of air.
My wolf watched in frozen silence.
Finn slowly folded in on himself, rolling to all fours as panic took control of his body. His face hit the wooden flooring, his arms going around the top of his head as he struggled to breathe.
He panted a few more curses, his chest and back rising and falling heavily while his face remained against the ground.
When Zoe felt like that, she wanted me to hug her tightly.
I would ask Finn if he wanted to try that, if I wasn’t trapped in the wolf.
But she just stayed where she was.
Didn’t even?—
Suddenly, she surged forward and licked the side of his face.
His head jerked upward, his eyes dark and panicked and hopeless as he gasped out, “Just fucking reject me already.”
There was water pooled in his eyes.
My wolf went still again.
Finn’s head dropped back to the floor.
She watched him try to work through the panic for another two minutes before she licked his bicep.
He didn’t respond.
So she leaned closer—and bit him there.
Hard.
He was sitting up a heartbeat later, still breathing heavily as he stared at her. He looked like he couldn’t decide whether to be shocked or horrified.
