My pulse spikes under Niall’s touch. I should push him away. I should use my training to free myself from his grasp, but I can’t. I like it too much. His fingers squeeze the column of my throat and rather than fear, I feel a thrill of desire. Niall leans in and inhales deeply.
“You smell so good, Little Wolf,” he hums.
He runs his nose along my jawline and I suck in a shaky breath. All my anger has evaporated and turned into lust. I hate it. I hate that he has this effect on me.
“Niall, let me go,” I manage to force the words past my lips.
“Now why would I do that when I can sense how much you like it?” he whispers against my ear before gently nipping the lobe between his teeth and tightening his grip on my throat.
“I don’t,” I lie, my tone not even half as convincing as I'd hoped.
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