Theodore's POV
Heat flooded her cheeks as she pushed against my chest with both hands. "Move!"
I chuckled but stepped back, extending my hand to help her up. She grasped it and rose to her feet. The scent of her desire hung heavy in the air, and every werewolf nearby would catch it. But knowing I was the one who sparked that intoxicating arousal made my chest swell with possessive pride. Damn, I craved her with an intensity that forced me to discreetly adjust my straining length.
My eyes tracked her movements as she brushed dirt from her clothes. A satisfied smirk played on my lips without apology.
"Ready for another match?" I asked, my gaze burning with hunger.
Her eyes became slits. "You're impossible!"
"And you look irresistible when you're angry."
She muttered under her breath, but her face flushed an even deeper shade of red.
