Clara's POV
I stared at him, anger and arousal battling for dominance inside me. How dare he use that tone, those words, after what he'd done yesterday?
The double meaning wasn't lost on me nor on my wolf, who practically purred at the suggestion.
"Born ready," I replied, my voice steady despite the rage boiling under my skin. Two could play at this game.
Something flickered in his eyes—amusement, approval, maybe even desire—before a smirk curved his lips.
"Confident, aren't we?" he said, stepping closer. The men around us watched our exchange with varying degrees of curiosity. "Let's see if your performance matches your mouth."
"It will," I shot back. "Unlike some people, I finish what I start."
His eyebrows rose slightly at the jab, but the smirk remained. He moved closer still,
