Fuck.
A rush of pure, wild joy floods through me—so fierce and overwhelming it shakes me to my core.
“You’re damn right it’s meant to be.”
My Wolf howls in my chest, triumphant.
A deep growl rolls out of me, involuntary and loud.
Her eyes widen.
But she doesn’t flinch.Doesn’t pull away.
She just stares at me like I’m the only man in the world worth looking at.
And I swear to God, if she wasn’t already mine, I’d drop to my knees and beg her to be.
“So?”she asks, voice teasing now.“What’s with the whole can’t-have-guests thing?”
I exhale and rub the back of my neck.
“Megan, you just mated a Wolf Shifter.I’m gonna be a little, uh,possessivefor a while.”
Her eyebrow lifts.“Possessive?”
“Yeah.”I shove one leg into my jeans, still watching her.“They can’t come here.Because it smells like you.And me.And sex.And if anyone—anyone—walks in here right now, I will tear their fucking head off.”
There.
Truth.
No filter.No apologies.
She doesn’t laugh.
Doesn’t joke.
Her cheeks flush.
Her legs press together.
And her pupils?
Blow wide with something very close to lust.
Well, fuck me.
She likes it.
She likes that I’m this close to feral.
She likes that the Wolf inside me is snarling at the very idea of another man breathing the same air she just moaned my name in.
This woman?She’s not scared of my beast.
She wants him.
Wants me.
