HOPE
Jeremy takes down not one, not two, but seven shifters, each more aggressive and unhinged than the last, and he walks out of the ring without so much as a scratch.
Jeremy's sleek, blue panther pushes its way toward me.
His movement is graceful and deadly. The crowd parts for him instinctively, no one daring to test him—not after what they've just seen.
I'm not expecting him to shift back right there.
I'm also not sure I'm ready to be faced with him completely goddamned naked.
But here he is—completely fucking naked, his chest heaving as he catches his breath—and my traitorous eyes start to work their way down his very chiseled body. Do I want to tease myself with a look at his dick? Fuck, I don't know if I can hold myself back.
I take a deep, gulping breath to get myself under control again.
Jeremy chuckles at me as he grabs his boxers out of my hands and pulls them on before I've even made the decision of whether I'm looking or not.
"I won't mate unless you ask me to."
