"Mate?"
Elise flinched at the word, her breath catching as she stared at the wolf before her, its fur gleaming under the dim moonlight. Its eyes were a deep, burning red, holding her in place on the bed. She felt paralyzed, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
"Brother… Please don't scare me."
The wolf leapt onto the bed with powerful legs, its massive form looming over her as she lay pinned against the soft mattress. Its tongue lolled out as it leaned closer, lapping at the blood trickling down her arm from a cut made by a shard of glass.
A wave of heat coursed through Elise's body as she ran her fingers through his fur, feeling his breath hitch. "Elise... don't do it," he warned, his voice strained.
Dietrich's patience was hanging by a thread.
Her touch was both gentle and insistent, her fingers tangled in his thick fur, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat radiating from him and the low growls rumbling in his chest.
