She'd only sized him up from afar before, but now she was experiencing his presence with her entire body.
Chase Shaw's arms completely enveloped her. His muscles were flexed and taut, locking her in an embrace as unyielding as hard iron, leaving her no room to struggle.
Zoe Pierce stood rigidly, the hot breath on her shoulder and the man's intense presence threatening to swallow her whole.
Chase Shaw's embrace made the difference in their sizes starkly apparent. He was panting like a wild animal, and his tan skin was a vivid contrast to her own fair complexion.
Her spiritual power trembled as it made contact with his raging own. Glancing at Nathan Lockwood's inexplicably dark expression, Zoe Pierce called out uncertainly, "Chase Shaw?"
'I never imagined this. Only our second meeting, and I'm already in Chase Shaw's arms.'
'This wasn't what Nathan Lockwood told me. Didn't he say they were cold to Omegas?'
