My chest throbbed with a mix of frustration and desire, a storm of instinct I couldn't control. The closer Elliot pressed, the stronger my own wolf stirred, clawing at the edges of my rational mind. How could I feel this way toward him—toward the Alpha of the pack? My heart raced, my pulse pounding like a drum of warning in my chest. I had to get away before my instincts betrayed me completely.
I wriggled, twisting my body out of his powerful grip. His hands held mine above my head, and the tension in his arms was like steel. I could feel his frustration radiating off him in waves, every inch of him a predator ready to claim. "Don't you like this, Anastasia?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous, vibrating with the scent of dominance.
