One I didn’t think about laughing at right now.
My brown eyes zoned in on a pair of golden eyes. “What do you plan to do with me?”
“I’m taking you to Theron’s house.” Cruel lips curved up into an unpleasant smile. “The Ancient can get damn creative.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and shook my head frantically. “Please don’t do this. I beg of you…”
“Too late for mercy,” Wolfe hissed.
He pounced and jerked my body around. I clawed at his right arm as he wrapped it around my throat, effectively choking me the harder he squeezed on each side of my neck. I’d watched videos about this particular offensive attack, the man’s plan to make me pass out. The wolf inside him hadn’t stopped growling since he lunged.
I dug my fingernails into the top of his hand, able to touch skin there, as my head started to swim in unforgiving dizziness. The wolf-man didn’t flinch at all, even as blood stained my fingertips. I kept digging in, again and again, his skin constantly healing in a blink.
My eyelids fluttered shut. The darkness crept in.
Wolfe stopped growling, sucking in a large lungful of oxygen, then growled all over again. It was strange. Perhaps I had dreamt it as I slumped in his arms and my hands fell to my sides, but the growling stopped as suddenly as it had started again. Wolfe dipped his head and placed the tip of his nose to the top of my head and inhaled heavily.
His muscled arm flew away from my throat, catching me in a cradle against his body. Swept under into oblivion, the last words I heard him mutter were, “Fuck. Me.”
