Dirty Christmas
But he didn't change, not fully; the beast simmered beneath, raw and hungry.
Elena should have run. Instead, she stood, limping toward him. "Curse? Like... werewolf? That's bullshit. Show me."
"Foolish woman," he snarled, grabbing her arms. His touch seared, possessive. "You want to see? Fine. But you'll pay for it."
He crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss savage, teeth nipping her lip until she tasted copper. Elena gasped, pushing against his chest, but her hands fisted his shirt instead, pulling him closer. Heat flooded her, the danger igniting a fire low in her belly.