The whispered word didn’t feel like my instincts. It sounded like…
His breath coasted over my cheek, nearing my mouth. I knew I should be fighting; we were too close. This was dangerous—
He nipped my lower lip, dragging a gasp from me as a flash of heat answered his quick bite. My eyes flew open.
The faint silver aura behind his pupils brightened, and he winked.
Then, he moved.
In the blink of an eye, he’d rolled me under him. His sudden weight and the feel of him above me fried my senses. I didn’t move an inch. I didn’t protest as he gained the upper hand, catching my wrists and pressing them above my head. I didn’t even attempt to break his hold when he transferred both wrists to one hand. All I could feel was him. His body. His warmth. The wicked dart of desire coursing through me in response to being under him. How he—
“Whatever you do,” he said, raising his voice. “Do not open that door, Kieran.”
I jolted. The image of a large, fawn-colored wolf came to mind. He was…a wolven. I silently mouthed the name, feeling that it meant something, too. It was as if he was important to me. To us—
Sharp pain stabbed my head, forcing a harsh breath from my lungs. I shrank back—or rather tried and failed since there was nowhere to go.
“What’s going on, Cas?” came the muffled voice.
My heart pounded unsteadily as the pain returned with a vengeance.
His gaze held mine. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” the other voice said. I suddenly realized that something wouldn’t allow me to think his name past the initial acknowledgment—like the one currently on top of me. “She’s awake. I can feel her.”
Thatdrew my brows together. He could feel me?
I heard the door handle rattle.
“Don’t!” the one above me ordered as a wave of power flooded the chamber, raising the hairs on my arms.
The handle stopped moving. A moment passed, and then, “Did you seriously just try to use compulsion on me?” the wolven demanded. “You can’t even see me, you fucker.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he replied, not even sounding a little bit sorry.
With sheer effort, I pulled my gaze from his and turned my head toward the door. An idea took shape.
“Poppy.” His voice had lowered, and there was almost a hint of amusement in his tone. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
I wet my dry lips.
He sighed. “You’re going to ignore me.”
He was right again.
“He won’t let me out,” I yelled, wincing as a fiery sting of disuse swept down my throat. “Please—”
His hand folded over my mouth, silencing me. Disbelief flooded me as I felt the rough calluses of his palm against my lips.
“What in the actual fuck?” the wolven said from the hall.
I screamed a stream of curses that only came out as a string of incoherent nonsense.
He raised a brow, his thumb moving back and forth across my chin. “I have a feeling it’s probably a good thing I couldn’t understand any of that.”
“Fuck this,” came a muffled curse. “I’m com—”
“You open that door, she’s going to make a run for it,” he warned, all amusement gone from his tone and expression, though his thumb continued its slow, oddly comforting swipes across my chin. “Or she’ll attack you.”
