Eira's POV
Damn. I had never seen him like this before. The easy arrogance, the smug smiles, the taunts were gone. It was as if the beast he kept restrained within himself had finally risen to the surface.
Even my wolf recoiled at the threat. She trembled inside me, retreating into the shadows of my mind, silently urging me not to provoke this bloodsucker any further.
That meant he was serious. He had meant every single word.
"Still want me to fuck you?" he asked, his tone no longer teasing but edged with warning.
I shook my head at once.
I had decided not to provoke this bastard again, at least not when I was alone with him. The other four had never felt this terrifying. Not like this. Not in this raw, predatory way.
Perhaps it was because he was a vampire. A natural predator of werewolves which made him this dangerous to my senses.
He released his hold on my neck, and his gaze drifted downward, settling over my chest, over my heart.
Could he hear it pounding?
