I know what Mom’s warning me about.
Be careful. Don’t do anything dangerous. Stay safe.
But what’s Liam warning Ramsey about?
They leave the room, closing the door, then Liam stands, placing his fists on the table.
He stares at me, and I feel like I’m going to melt.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Ramsey
Careful, easy.
My fists are clenched so hard, my forearms bulging, a flutter in my neck that might be my pulse. Or it might be my wolf’s claw trying to tear through me, to tear free of my flesh.
Ruby stands across from me, her arms folded over her middle, making her breasts look even juicier, even more tempting.
Her eyes are wide, gorgeous, curious, and ready to listen.
I think about what she said about the cult.
“I will always be honest with you,” I tell her. “I think, Ruby, it’s important to you. Honesty.”
She licks her lips, making my cock twitch again. I remember how solid it felt in the alleyway, the stiffness when I was in my wolf form – then I block it out, close it away.
I’m a man...it’s all I can be right now.
“Yes,” she says.
“All right then.”
But it isn’t all right. I push away from the table, walk over to the window and look out into the darkness.
Her scent pushes against my back, clouds around me as though trying to become physical. Always, it’s there. I want so badly to indulge in it.
“Ramsey?” she says softly.
“The hunter targeted you because he connected you to me. I’ve been following you, Ruby. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. It’s your scent...it draws me to you, over and over. It makes me want you so bad I can’t even explain it.”
I’m still staring into the darkness, but I can see her as she walks up behind me in the reflection of the glass. She’s trembling slightly, the same way she was when I was the wolf, and she placed her hand on my jaw.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can do the same, what you saw Liam do with his hand. But not around you. You swirl around me, Ruby. Into me. You become part of me. I’m aching, burning up just being close to you. Every second I want to....”
“Liam, look at me.”
Can’t she see it in the reflection, the way my eyes are already flickering, the flames of my desire burning up? Can’t she see how badly I’m trying to hold it together?
“Please,” she says.
I turn, staring down at her, consumed by how beautiful she is. Her long brown hair, flushed cheeks, and all of her, every single part.
My hands shake as I raise them, feeling like I can’t control myself.
She gasps as I grab her, indulgently sinking my hands into her hips. She’s so damn receptive, shivering as I pull her closer, our bodies pressed tightly.
“You want this,” I growl, voice shivering.