Mated To My Enemy's Rival
And making me want things I have no business wanting.
My breath hitched. His eyes dipped to my mouth, lingering there with a stark, heavy hunger that made my knees feel suddenly weak. He tilted my chin up, his thumb resting right over the pulse point at my throat, which was hammering wildly against his skin. The air between us grew impossibly thick, charged with a sudden, suffocating heat. He leaned in, his lips a mere breath away from mine, the scent of pine, rain, and pure, intoxicating male, flooded my senses.
"If you keep looking at me like that," he whispered, his breath hot against my lips, "the pack is going to have to wait a very long time for their Alpha."