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Olivia
The second the door of his makeshift dressing room slammed closed behind him, Wulf turned and pressed my back against it. He shifted me as if I weighed less than a feather so our eyes were level. He stared and stared.
I stared right back because he was inches away. All perfect, frantic alien and I was in his arms. Caught by his dark gaze.
“Mine.”
His eyes said he was deadly serious, and no matter what the handful of working brain cells I had left said to me, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away. I had never had a man, any man, look at me like he was now.
Like I was beautiful. Perfect. Desired.
Jeez, I really was in over my head here. Things had gone a little crazy in the past two minutes.
“You should… you should probably put me down so I can get back to work.”
