Ethan
Even as fury overwhelms me, my wolf can’t help but puff up with pride. My naughty little mate might not realize it, but she would never have pushed me this way unless she felt safe doing so. It actually makes the fact that she believed I might be framing her even more outrageous, because she clearly knows I won’t harm her.
Then again, maybe she’s tipsy enough that she’s simply thrown caution to the wind. The scent of her obvious arousal is driving my hunger for her higher and higher, and it’s entirely possible that she’s gambling on my reaction to her provocation, hoping I won’t hurt her despite her better judgment.
Either way, she’s going to get her wish.
Without another word I close the distance between us, bending at the waist and hitching her up over my shoulder. Jane yel
