Chapter Fifteen

Ariel Brent

There was that flame again…

The same flame I had seen in his hazel eyes last night after he collapsed on my wet body. It was right there again and his eyes turned into a darker shade of hazel- if that was even possible.

My breath hitched and I could feel myself turning into a bubble of jelly as Xavier moved his face closer to mine.

I will be a fool to not know what was about to happen.

Rather than fight him, I closed my eyes and waited to see if he would go through with this. Despite my inability to perceive strongly like other werewolves, the intoxicating scent of desire took over my nostrils and I became weak to my toes…

I breathed, “Xavier…”

Much to my surprise his name sounded sweeter to my ears and the way it rolled off my tongue made me release a low moan.

He groaned in response, wrapping his firm hands around my waist. Again, my breath hitched.

Why not?

Aside from the embarrassment I felt all through the night, I also couldn't get Xavier out of my mind. The way he s