They were the most beautiful she had ever seen in her entire life. She was feeling it again; a sharp surge of desire shot through her.
Alan could smell her from across the room. She hadn't applied the spray so he could share her feelings, emotions, and her scents with her.
As the realization hit him, he took deep breaths to calm himself and his wolf.
All of his desires had to be carried and buried deep within him- or else...
Eleanor's body was calming down when she remembered her appearance. She was most likely looking like;
'A market lady who can't seem to find one of her baskets!' She slammed the door in his face and dashed into her bedroom and straight into her bathroom to shower.
