I tried to shove him away, my heart hammering, my wolf snarling under my ribs. "What are you doing, Elliot?" I demanded, my voice sharp, full of warning.
His gaze fell on me like a shadow, black and consuming, deep enough to drown all reason. His jaw tensed, and I could feel the raw heat of dominance radiating from him. "Anastasia," he growled, low and guttural, "I can protect you… satisfy your needs if you need a man."
A shiver ran down my spine. My wolf snapped inside me, claws scratching at my restraint. What nonsense is this Alpha saying? I felt equal parts confused and unnerved.
Then the elevator doors dinged open. A few late-night guests were staring, their eyes wide at our intimate closeness. My wolf erupted. I shoved him off me with every ounce of strength I had and bolted from the elevator, heart pounding, fur bristling in instinctive alarm. Tonight had been too much already I owed him my life, but I wasn't going to let anyone, even Elliot, push me further.
