There’s a howl from the porch right outside my window. My heart leaps into my throat. I snatch my hand back and snap my knees together. It’s him. Even without peeking through the curtain, I know. The window’s cracked. Oh, Fate. There’s no way he can’t smell my arousal. It’s thick in the air. Killian’s wolf howls again. Come outside. I scramble for resolve. My wolf is gonna bolt. She’s awake and on edge, and he’s so close, and she’s—I’m—so off center. So needy. There’s a scuffling at the window. He’s wedging his snout into the opening. Thank goodness the wood is old and swollen. The sash is not
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