Every coherent thought I have leaves immediately. A growl pulls from my throat.
Christ.
She does that again and there is no way in hell it’s accidental. There’s also no way we’re making it home before I rip all her clothes off and plant my face between her legs. I’ve been dreaming about that since the first night I met her.
My alpha surges forward immediately.Mine.
Her scent thickens as she tilts her head slightly toward me. “Like this?” she asks. Her voice is completely innocent.
Liar.
I lean down so my mouth is near her ear, my beard grazing her skin. “Keep doing that, little bird,” I murmur, “and we’re leaving before the date begins.”
Her shoulders shake with laughter.
Bossy little omega. Independent as hell.
I guide her arms forward. “Bring it back,” I say. “Then throw straight.”
She does exactly what I showed her. The axe spins once through the air.
Thunk.
It sticks in the board just outside the center rings.
I huff out a quiet, “Beginner’s luck.”
She turns around, eyes bright with excitement. “Oh, please. That was skill.”
I quirk an eyebrow, and she blushes.
“Luck, then. But athletic luck.”
I laugh. That’s probably closer to the truth.
I grab another axe and step up beside her. One throw. Bull’s eye. The blade sinks deep into the wood with a satisfying crack.
“You’re showing off.”
I lean in close. So close my breath is on her neck. “I never miss.”
It’s not entirely true. But close enough.
I pull the axe free and hand it back to her. “Again.”
She throws. This one lands a little farther out, but still solid.
“See?” she says. “Natural talent.”
“You 're athletic,” I say with a shrug. “Makes a difference.”
She lines up another throw. “How often do you come here?”
“Every once in a while.”
Another throw. Closer this time.
“It’s a good way to blow off steam.”
