“What kind of game?” I was trying to be cool, calm, like I was a beta used to tangling with alphas, up and ready for anything. Fake it til you make it, right? “My favourite kind.” His smile was directed at the traffic, not me, as he wove between the other cars at an alarming speed. His fangs flashed right then, making me gasp. He didn’t look like a man anymore. No, this was the Big Bad Wolf, but was he going to huff and puff my house down or…? “It’s a simple one, with only one rule—I tell you to do something, and you do it.” “You mean like BDSM?” I asked, straightening up in my seat. He was
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