He murmured with a low voice, his warm breath fanning the alpha's earlobes. He raised his eyes to meet the dark eyes that stared back at him intently, the eyes tracked his fingers as they slid higher, palm flattening against the thick thigh.
The alpha's pupils dilated, his face absorbing the low light flashes from the city, but never once losing focus from Levi. The controlled breath he'd maintained since leaving the venue stuttered, an almost inaudible inhale breaking the silence.
A tremor ran beneath the surface of his skin, visible only in the sudden, hard tension of his jaw. His scent flared—that spicy old wood thickening instantly, becoming heady and overpowering inside the car's confined space.
