*Sera's POV*
I'd pushed him too far.
Or maybe, just far enough.
Jax had me pinned against the door, his breathing ragged, eyes burning with something primal. His grip on my wrists wasn't painful—not yet—but there was no mistaking the barely leashed violence in his hold.
I smiled up at him, unafraid.
"What's wrong, Beta? Can't handle watching a girl have a little fun?"
His jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grind. "You think that was fun?"
"Parts of it." I rolled my hips against his, feeling his unmistakable hardness. "Other parts were just business."
He growled—an actual wolf growl that vibrated through his chest and into mine. The sound sent heat pooling between my legs.
"You're playing with fire," he warned.
I leaned closer, my lips almost brushing his ear. "Maybe I want to get burned."
His grip tightened, and he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. I saw something calculating there—something beyond just anger or lust. He was learning the game now.
