Chapter 190


    “So which is it, Leah?” I demand furiously, stalking forward. “James or Tobin? Or maybe both? Anyone


    but me, is that right?”


    Her eyes narrow and her wolf shes in her gaze.


    “What are you talking about?”


    There’s a hint of warning in her tone, like she knows exactly what I’m saying, and she’s telling me not


    to go there.


    I lunge and grab her up, sying her across the desk.


    “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I tell her in a growl,


    and the scent of her arousal hits my system like a drug.


    No matter who else she might give herself to, she can’t deny


    the simple idea of me turns her on like nothing else.


    She tenses, and I wonder if she’s going to fight back. Shove


    me off her like she did in the hallway.


    I wasn’t expecting it then. Leah’s never been very physically aggressive with me before, and she never


    had her wolf


    anyway, so even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have


    countered my strength.


    Now however…


    Now she has her wolf, and that wolf is fierce and feisty, a perfect match for my own stubborn beast.


    I want my mate with a desperation that borders on insanity, but at the same time I’m fighting it every


    inch of the way, because I think if I let myself slip even a little, I won’t be able to keep walking away


    from her, and that could prove dangerous


    for both of us.


    “Tobin can’t be trusted,” I tell her when she remains obtusely


    silent. “He’ll chew you up and spit you out. If you think you can


    toy with him, then you’re more foolish than I ever took you for.”


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    Leah rears up and plunges her fingers into my hair, gripping


    to the point it stings, but it leaves my inner wolf purring.


    “Does it make you crazy, Aaron?” she taunts, eyes shing. “Do you imagine me getting wet for them,


    do you think about


    how I scream when they pin me down and rut into me?”


    I reach down and mp my hands around the edge of the desk, feeling the wood splinter beneath my


    fingers.


    Because yes, it does making me f ucking crazy, thinking about it, hearing her say that.


    Leah is mine.


    And it’s time she was reminded of that.