"Your wolf," she whispered. "The half-shift is sexy."
Dennis blinked. "Sexy? You mean monstrous."
"I like it."
He blinked again.
Oh. She was insane.
His lips curled into a crooked smile. "You've got a kink, don't you?"
"I like danger," she purred, giving him a squeeze that made his hips jerk.
Dennis was no longer in control. That ship had sailed with his belt. Zoe was steering now, and truth be told? He loved it. Loved her wildness. Her confidence. The way she didn't shy away from him. She didn't fear the beast in him, she dared it.
And then… she dropped to her knees.
Dennis's jaw dropped slightly. Oh, Moon.
She looked up at him from below with mischief in her eyes. She was teasing him now and the tension was so tight he thought he might explode from just that look alone.
Then she licked her lips.
Twice. And every nerve in his body fired off.
