“Are you cold?”
“Mmmmmmm. Yes.” You shiver a little. The weather has turned from spring warmth to a fall-like chill.
“Come here, then.” His deep voice is like a velvet growl.
You snuggle against his broad chest. He always sleeps naked, no matter how frigid the weather. The heat coming off that smooth, pale flesh is intoxicating. How does he do it?
“But you certainly are not–cold.”
He chuckles, his fingers lightly dancing up and down your back as he nuzzles your neck. Your fingers entwine in his tangle of soft raven hair. “That’s my wolf blood . . .” He whispers in your ear before a quick, sharp nibble of the lobe.
“Don’t tell me. You are actually a werewolf . . .”
“No–” He pauses. His hand slides down to the curve of my hip, gripping it.
“Just a–wolf. And I am very hungry this morning . . .”