The air in the apartment still thrummed with the echoes of what had just passed. Elliot's hand shot out, flat against my parted lips, silencing me instantly. His voice, low and gravelly, rumbled like a wolf's growl as he warned, "Don't be too loud, or you'll wake the cub."
I froze, heat flushing my cheeks, but the mischief glinting in his eyes only dared me to defy him. I nudged him lightly, teasing him, testing the Alpha's patience. His presence, so commanding, so dangerous, sent a thrill through my veins my pulse syncing with the predator energy radiating off him.
When he finally stepped back, I caught the subtle shift in him, the tension in his stance, and I could not help the flush that crept up my neck. For heaven's sake, must he always be so… obvious? I thought, heart hammering. The air between us crackled with an energy both dangerous and intoxicating, the pull of pack instincts layered atop our human forms.
