Saving Verakko (Clecanian, #3)

by Victoria Aveline

The faintest brush of his teeth traveled along her collar bone, but he refrained from biting her. She pulled on the torch, trying to loosen it from the odd angle as he sniffed at her hair, then raised his head only a few inches above hers and studied her.

You moron! You can't scent a strange, disheveled and emaciated woman in the woods after you fell from a freaking tree! Of course she knocked you out!