Chapter 12: I Know What You Are

His hand stayed on my face, and neither of us breathed.

The phone light had dimmed to a faint blue glow on the floor.

I could see his mouth, and the small scar on his lower lip that I had looked at across a desk for nine years.

"You're burning up," he whispered.

"So are you."

"Tell me to stop."

"I haven't said anything."

"Odette."

"I'm thinking."

"Think faster."

He laughed under his breath, and the sound went straight through my stomach.

His thumb moved slowly from my cheekbone to the corner of my mouth.

I opened my lips against it.

He made a rough noise, deep in his chest, and his other hand slid into my hair and cupped the back of my head.

My heart was going so hard that I could feel it in my ears.

He tilted my face up.

His breath touched my mouth, warm and uneven.

I could taste the dry turkey and the coffee and him.

I could smell the cedar and smoke and want, and I wanted to climb inside it.

My wolf was howling.

I wasn't sure which of us moved first.

Our lips were a breath apart when I felt it, a low weight that dropped into the room and across my shoulders.

"Stay," Alasdair said.

It was the Alpha voice.

It came out of him without his meaning it, thick and dark and soaked in want.

It rolled over my skin and found nothing to grip.

But my wolf lifted her head, thrilled.

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