And then I move.
Slow.Controlled.Stalking toward the desk like the damn predator I am.
She straightens in the chair, trying to act casual, but I can hear her heartbeat speed up.Smell the spike in her arousal.
That’s right, sweetheart.I smell everything.
I slap my palms down on either side of her laptop, leaning in until we’re eye to eye, until she has to tilt her head just a little to look up at me.
“Just so we’re clear, Agent,” I say, voice rougher than I mean it to be, “you ain’t gotta daydream about me.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Truth is, I’m already yours.So, if you want something?”I murmur, dipping my head an inch closer, so close I can feel the heat of her breath.“Just ask.”
She swallows.
My Wolf grins.
And for one heartbeat, one razor-thin second, the air between us crackles with potential.
The kind that can end in clothes on the floor, teeth in skin, and the kind of mating that sets off magical shockwaves strong enough to make even a Hellhound blink.
But then she licks her lips and says, quiet but firm, “I didn’t come here to start something I can’t finish.”
I nod.Once.Slow.
“Understood,” I rasp.“But the moment you realize this thing between us isn’t some flash of the pan affair?”
I push off the desk and head for the door.
“I’ll be right here.”
Waiting.
Wanting.
Barely holding it together.
Because this thing between us?
It’s not just attraction.
It’s inevitable.Fate.Destiny.Whatever label you want to slap on it.
My Wolf howls for her and her alone—and that, in and of itself, is noteworthy.
I’ve lived a long time in this body.I’ve felt lust.Had needs.Cravings.
But this?This bone-deep awareness of her?The instinct that she belongs here—with me—in this broken, haunted town?
This is new.
And it’s dangerous.
Because even though my Wolf sees her as his, I’ve still got a job to do.And the town I’ve sworn to protect is fraying at the edges.
So, yeah.I need some air.
