He heard the broken edge to my voice, the plea that wasn't just about desire but about escape that I was desperately crawling for.
His grip on my hips tightened hard enough that I could felt the bite of it through my clothes, grounding me, keeping me from floating away into the numbness I was begging for.
"Elyssa," he rasped, his voice raw, almost pleadingly like mine. "Don't you dare ask me that. Don't you fucking dare."
His thumbs pressed into the hollows beneath my hipbones like he was trying to brand his touch to my skin "You have no idea...no idea what it does to me when you look at me like that." His forehead slid away from my head and he inched my face closer to his with his mid finger on my chin . "I want you so badly I can't think straight. My wolf is clawing at my ribs to claim you. He'd have done that ages ago had I let him. So tell me that you'll never doubt again. Tell me Elyssa"
