He shoved the dragon back. Hard. It was getting confused.
If she were his mate, which was highly unlikely given she was a wolf, the beast would have identified her immediately. But it hadn't in over five days.
He didn't need a mystical explanation for wanting a woman this badly. He pressed a kiss to her ear, then to her neck, moving her hair aside.
That's when he caught a faint trace of a mark on her neck. Right where her pulse was. Covered by her hair and makeup. It looked like a dragon mark yet not. Dragon-shaped with silver threads woven through it like moonlight on flame.
Rage arrived before logic. His blood went from hot to volcanic in under a second. Every thought in his head emptied except one: WHO. Who touched her. Who put their mouth on her neck. Who was breathing right now that shouldn't be.
His dragon recoiled, then surged so hard he almost lost control of the beast.
Wrong. Not ours. Erase it.
Maddox pulled back just enough to look at her through gold-slitted eyes.
