"Gentle,"Fenris growls.
"Shut up." My fingers curl into fists as another wave of that possessive wolf scent hits me. Someone's been all over her, marking her like she's his territory. It's fresh.
"Now who's obsessing?"
"It's your fault. You won't shut up about her." I grab her arm, hauling her over my shoulder. Her body molds against mine, soft and warm. I have to ignore how perfect her body feels, but blood rushes against my will. "We'll just keep her somewhere secure until tomorrow."
"You feel it too. There's only one explanation for this pull."
"Enough." My tattoos burn with warning. "She's nothing but a legal headache. Focus on the investigation."
Fenris disappears, and my tattoos grow warm. There's always something missing inside of me when he manifests into his separate form; when he returns, the connection between us is stronger. Sharper.
Each step jostles her body against mine. Her curves press into my shoulder, soft and warm. Blood rushes south with a vengeance, and I bite back a curse.
"Fuck."
Having trouble?Fenris's smug satisfaction bleeds through our bond.
"Shut up."
Her scent wraps around me with each movement. My fingers dig into her thigh to keep her steady. Another step, another shift of her body. My jaw clenches, and I use my other hand to stabilize her at the waist. And if a few of my fingers dig a little lower, into the soft flesh of her ass—it's an unavoidable accident, that's all.
You could always carry her properly.
"Not happening."
Your loss. Though I must say, your struggle is entertaining.
"We know nothing about this girl or why she's out here. For all we know, she could be a spy."
A spy?Fenris's mental laugh echoes through my skull.She's been outcasted. Can't you see she's the victim here?
Her body slides against mine again. I adjust my grip, sliding my hand a little higher up her thigh. It's just to keep her steady, to limit her bouncing around up there. Nothing more. "An outcast wouldn't reek of another wolf's claim."
Fenris goes quiet. The silence stretches, heavy with something dark and possessive.
It doesn't matter who thinks they have a claim on her.His voice turns eerily mild.She's ours now.
A dark chuckle escapes my throat; his true self is finally bleeding out. "What do you think she'll do when she realizes you aren't a sweet little puppy?"
It doesn't matter. She's ours.
The calm certainty in Fenris's voice is far too comforting, making me almost feel like he's right. Like he's brainwashing me with his determination. "This obsession of yours is going too far."
Is it?
"Yes."
Then will you return her to the wolf who's laid his claim all over her?
My fingers dig deeper into her thigh. It's impossible to ignore the alien scent coating her body. She's saturated in it. There's a level of intimacy there… Red bleeds into my vision. "Fuck."
My tattoos burn as Fenris's emotions crash against mine, amplifying the possessive fury until my hands shake.
"This isn't—" My jaw clenches as another wave of the other wolf's scent hits me. "We're only here to investigate."
Keep telling yourself that. Your grip says otherwise.
