Caleb's POV
I should have recognized the signs immediately. The moment that familiar fire started coursing through my veins, I should have bolted from this place without looking back.
Being trapped on the streets during my rut would have been preferable to sharing the same air as this deranged woman.
"Well, well," she purred, dropping to her knees in front of me and seizing my chin with sharp fingernails. Her grip forced my head upward, making me meet her predatory gaze. "Never imagined I'd witness the great Caleb Dolf reduced to such a pitiful state. Though I must admit, this vulnerability suits you perfectly." Her eyes roamed over my face with sick satisfaction. "Look at that flushed skin, those ragged breaths, the way your pupils are blown wide with need." Those claws pressed deeper into my jaw, and in my hypersensitive condition, even that light pressure sent waves of agony through me. "You have no idea how much this excites me."
