Anastasia suddenly let out a soft laugh, the sound slipping through the charged air between us like a teasing breeze. "Can you stop staring at me like that?" she asked, though her voice carried no real warning.
I didn't move.
"Didn't you say Nigel is more handsome than me?" I pressed, the words coming out sharper than I intended. My wolf stirred beneath my skin at the thought alone, instincts bristling with territorial unease.
Her laughter broke free instantly, brighter this time. "What? Are you jealous?"
Before I could answer, I moved.
My arms tightened around her waist in one fluid motion, pulling her down with me onto the den-sofa. The shift was instinctive—Alpha reflex, dominance wrapped in possessiveness. In a blink, she was beneath me, her hands braced lightly against my chest as she hovered over me.
Too close. Too warm. Too mine.
Her scent wrapped around my senses, and my wolf settled only when she was in my space, not away from it.
