The Beta And The Elder Witch (2)

Gently, Maverick brought her to face him. "I agree. Maybe it's right and maybe it isn't. Why don't we find out rather than assume?" He suggested.

Sophie bit her lip, conflicted. "I... You're a werewolf, Maverick. I'm a witch. This is—"

"The same thing we all had a problem with when it came to my brother," Maverick finished off for her.

"No." Sophie shook her head. "I'm just unsure."

Maverick cocked his head to the side and moved closer to her. Their bodies pressed against each other's and he could hear the pounding of Sophie's heart against her ribcage.

"I can smell your arousal, Sophie..." His tone was low, sinful. The alcohol on his breath, as he spoke mingled with hers as she gasped when his fingers danced along the waistband of her pleated mini skirt.

Maverick shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the ground. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?" He asked to be sure.

Sophie pressed her lips into a thin line as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. "N-no, I