Natasha

Natasha POV

I couldn’t help stealing glances at his chiseled body. His eyes were frightening, filled with rage and something I couldn’t point out. His bared chest heaved under my gaze, every muscle and tendon rippling. I wanted to touch him again but I closed my fists in my lap, bunching up the skirt, under which I wasn’t wearing panties. It was difficult not to be aware of my nakedness.

It was difficult not to be affected by this wolf. I wanted to move closer, put my fingers against those ridges and see how they reacted beneath my touch. I wanted to sift my nails through his black hair on his chest. His hair was mussed up. How could I not get attracted to a man like him—all tousled hair and bulging muscles? My gaze went to his tattoo—the rose vines around the wolf. I wanted to ask why he had the vines around the wolf, but refrained. Apollo had this dark aura around him that I was afraid of.

So, I sat in my place, once again stealing glances in fascination. At one point of time,