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Maybe a little release is just what I need.

There is just one problem—she's a human.

Once she's in my arms, can I resist my wolf's desire to claim her?

Can I stay in control to keep myself from hurting her?

Can I trust myself to stop if things get too heated?

It's your fault, I tell my wolf. You put this thought in my head. Now all I can think about is her naked body sprawled underneath me. Damn you.

My wolf chuckles. Just go with the flow and don't forget about your job—to find the leak and to make her leak.

You're disgusting, I mutter and drive off.

Cassidy's not the only one who needs a shower. I'm aching for one with freezing cold water. It's the only way to cool down and regain some semblance of control.

Damn full moon has been making me act up. But my inner beast is all juiced up. And frustrated.

CHAPTER 8

Cassidy

Graham rings the bell right on time.

I open the door and offer him a small smile. "I didn't know you were capable of making such a humane entrance."

He lets out a huff, his eyes not leaving mine. A strong wave of heat blows into the apartment. "Where would the fun be in that?"

I gesture for him to enter and close the door. "If you wanted fun, you picked the wrong girl."

He gives me a serious look. "I don't know if I believe that. There is certainly nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun every now and then. Is there?"

Oh, isn't that the million-dollar question?

And, for some twisted reason, I'm wondering how to answer it in the form of a smart-ass remark. He's made me into a different version of myself. Or has he simply awakened a dormant part of me I've managed to bury for most of my life?

My silence makes me nervous.

"Anyway," I say dismissively, turning around and practically running away through the living room and to the kitchen.

His mere presence and the sound of his voice cause some inconvenient reactions in my body. My face keeps betraying my presence of mind, keeping hot like an oven. I have no control over my blush, and that sucks.

How he can keep such a calm presence in all of this is a mystery to me. He is either cold and calculating or an asshole, and that's comforting because it makes him predictable.

His behavior with me is always out of the ordinary, however. Constantly shifting and unsettling and not giving me a moment's notice of his moods. And that is the single most terrifying thing about being around him, whether I'm looking at him or listening to him talk.

I'm not usually capable of settling down my arousal or calming the butterflies in my belly or taming my brain from devising sinful scenarios when he's near. Right now, I'm definitely not. Not at all. In fact, they are actually getting worse with time. Worse as in racing inside of me, sending some jolts of electricity through me every time my thoughts get out of hand.

The look he's currently giving me from across the room makes me wonder if I should consider using the kitchen knives if he does try anything. But...do I really want him to get in trouble because of my inability to let a couple of harmless hormones manage themselves?

I'm sure he can already smell my arousal anyway. The thought brings the heat up a notch.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Graham asks as he brings the bags to the kitchen and sets them down on the table.

"How you're going to die tonight if you keep messing with me," I retort quickly.

"You're welcome to try, Cassidy. I'd love the opportunity to add some much-needed fresh air to your sheltered existence."

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