My heart began to pound when I met Griffon’s eyes.
The amber color of his wolf’s eyes had taken over, and they swirled with anger and desire. A look I was very familiar with.
I subconsciously looked away, down at the ground, only to see his hand wrapped around my waist.
He must have grabbed my waist to lift me up from lying down on the sofa.
Now I was half-lying and half-sitting up, one of his hands around my waist and the other behind my back as he held me up. He was leaning over me, his huge body an almost suffocating presence even though he wasn’t touching me other than where his hands held me.
I lifted one hand and tried to push him away, but as soon as my fingertips touched his chest, he growled, “Don’t touch me!”
Frightened, I froze, and I dared not make more contact with him.
