Varg hadn't moved an inch. He remained leaned against the opposite wall, his massive arms crossed over his chest like a fortress. His eyes were like pitch-black wells, staring directly into mine with a haunting intensity that seemed to strip away my very soul.
The heavy, growling breath escaping from between his clenched teeth carried the ominous silence of the wildest wolf in Alberta, right at the moment it corners its prey, savoring the terror before the kill.
My gaze involuntarily flickered downward, and I saw it—the prominent, rigid bulge beneath the heavy fabric of his trousers. His desire was as unyielding and merciless as his anger.
