Warning: Mature Content Ahead
"You're…" Her voice is ragged.
"…ours," Grayson finishes for her, his lips curving into a wolfish grin.
Heidi jerks back, her eyes blazing like twin moons on fire. "I'm not yours, you jackasses. You don't own me. You never will."
Grayson smirks, because gods, she is beautiful when she lies. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her wrapper sliding further down her shoulder like it wants to betray her. Every breath she takes carries her hot, wolf-rich scent, tinged with that dizzying sweetness he hasn't smelled on anyone else.
And beneath her words and growl, there's something her body screams louder than her lips ever could.
She's in heat.
His wolf purrs like smoke in the back of his head. "She's ours, brother. Listen to her body, not her mouth. Her wolf howls for us. Her skin begs. Even her damn heartbeat chants our names."
Oh, damn right he hears all she's trying to keep hidden, all right.
