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“Let’s get something very clear,” I said, letting my voice drop, low and even. “I’m not someone you can toy with. If you’re a spy, you’re wasting your time. If you’re running from something, I don’t care. You’re a problem, and that’s the only thing that matters to me. You’ll give me the answers I need, or you will find yourself regretting your silence.”

She just tilted her head a bit.

“Is that a threat?” she asked, her tone light, almost amused. “Or a promise?”

The heat in my gut flared again.

I stepped closer, leaning down close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips. My hand stayed on the back of her neck, and I let my thumb stroke the soft skin at the base of her skull. Instantly, her entire body tightened.

But still, she didn’t pull away.

“It’s both,” I answered harshly.

I let the silence stretch between us, my thumb still stroking lightly, the only sound the crackle of the fire echoing throughout the room. Her pulse thumped beneath my fingers, a little too fast, but still measured and steady.

I tightened my grip on her neck and a soft sound escaped her.

My cock twitched.

Fuck.

“Let’s try this again,” I murmured, and this time, my voice was soft and smooth. “What are you doing out here? Where did you come from? Who sent you?”

She lifted her chin, lips parting. “I don’t answer to wolves.”

“You’ll answer to me.”

A smile broke across her face. “Or what? You’ll growl at me? Make me beg?”

The image flashed through my mind before I could stop it. Her, naked on her back, legs spread, pussy dripping, waiting. Waiting for me to take her, hard and fast.

Heat slammed through me, and a low, ragged sound slipped out.

This was a mistake.

I had no business getting this close to her, no matter how badly my wolf wanted to claim her, but now that I was, I couldn’t stop. The longer I was near her, the more my body demanded that I take her. The need built inside me, spiraling and unrelenting.

Part of me wanted to give in. To let go. To claim her.

That was the moment I knew I was fucked.

I should have walked away, told her I would deal with her later. Instead, I moved closer, until there were mere inches separating our bodies. She took a step away from me, only to find a wall at her back. A soft huff escaped her lips, but she held her chin up even as I again closed the distance between us.

Her hands rose then, reaching for the blindfold, but I caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head.

“What did I tell you about taking off that blindfold?” I demanded, my cock jumping at the frustrated twist of her lips. Honestly, it was really kind of cute.Whatwas happening to me?

“Fuck you,” she said, jutting her chin higher.

Such a brave little thing.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, rising and falling with every breath.

“You should watch that sassy mouth of yours,” I said, and this time, my words were a warning.

A soft sound like a purr slipped from her, and her lips parted.

“Make me.”