Allie’s POV.
His hands were hot against my skin, his touch searing as he pulled me closer, the smell of his cologne filling my senses.
"Allie," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he cupped my cheeks. "You think you know what you want. But I'm going to show you what you really need."
His hands began to caress my cheeks. The world seemed to slow down, my body tensing with every passing second as I fought to maintain control. I wanted to lash out, to push him away, to tell him to stop. But I knew that if I did, I would only make things worse. My wolf was howling in my head and I bit my teeth.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice trembling. His grip on my waist tightened and he lowered his breath hurt on my face.
“Let’s go on another date!” He said, his voice firm.
My breath ca
