Without notice Joel pulled almost all the way out then bottomed out with a quick thrust. The motion took my breath away and I raked my nails down his back as I arched my own. The scent of his blood filled the air. He never stopped thrusting as he moved his palm to the side of my face.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I did and watched him carefully. Some new part of me wasn't sure how dangerous the male on top of me was.

"The intention makes a difference, my wolf. Can you understand that?"

My tongue flicked out and moved against the corner of his mouth and he...