"No! What are you doing?"
Amias doesn't answer immediately. He just shakes his head in a definitive motion that makes the silvery strands of his hair fall across his face. It's a motion of denial, of surrender, and of something she can't possibly understand.
He pulls his hands away, leaving her skin buzzing and her body aching for the contact to return. The cold night air rushes in to fill the space where his body had been, and her own skin that is still greasy with sweat and the lingering heat of their passion, prickles at the sudden chill.
"I can't do this, Heidi," he says in a ragged growl that sends shivers down her spine.
Shivers of raw, unfulfilled need.
Heidi's brain which was a vortex of pleasure a moment ago stutters back to a semblance of thought. The rational part of her—the part that had just moments ago been terrified of becoming a monster, is now completely overridden by the hot, buzzing heat of her wolf and her body.
