Chapter 17

Samantha’s POV

His hand trailed at my exposed knees, brushing softly, and gently at my skin, treating me like a fragile glass that might break if he gripped me too hard. “Dominic, what the hell do you think you are doing?” I uttered as I shifted on the bed ignoring the whimpers of my wolf that was so much willing to surrender in his touch, relishing in his close presence at my side.

I would not deny that his touches felt so warm and comforting, like what I would honestly need especially in my situation right now. But I can’t give in again.

His lips curled into a half smile that might have been charming if I was not already irritated and tired. Right now, I just wanted to rest. “I just wanted to see you, so I came back, Samantha.”

“You are seeing me. Now leave,” I dismissed but apparently, my wolf stirred in disapproval at my action and clearly unimpressed with my tone towards him. She was far too interested in his presence. I could feel her warmth spread through me despite the cold w