~ODETTE'S POV~
"There she is." He wiped a his mouth and stretched his jaw out some.
Smug, cocky, bastard.
The next time I lunged, he caught me mid swing. His fingers clamped around my wrist, twisting hard. With a sharp jerk, he dragged me down with him, and we hit the dirt in a mess of limbs, looking like an angry game of twister. His weight pressed on top of me like a mountain, pinning me beneath him, his knee digging into my hip.
Heat rose in my core. My body betraying me only made me madder.
"I can smell what you're feeling, I feel the same. The smell of your pheromones sends my wolf into a frantic tizzy." His words dripped to amusement and intrigue.
I moved hard and fast, twisting, teeth gritted against the pressure. He braced himself, but I felt his weight shift, just barely. I took advantage of it. With a snarl, I twisted my hips, rolling us over in one fluid motion until I was straddling him, my hand slamming into his chest.
