Chapter 49. Claimed by You

He stood tall and proud, his chest puffed out, ears erect, and tail held high. He was, in a word, magnificent. Tangible power radiated from his broad chest in waves, an unmistakable force that would have had other wolves cowering, unable to meet his eyes, their necks bared in submission. But I felt no such urge to slink down or run away. Quite the opposite—I shivered in anticipation, yearning for his nearness. I, too, was compelled to submit, but it was a willing surrender, a desire to give him anything his heart desired.

My wolf and I were in agreement; the bond flowed through us like a living connection, holding us steady, keeping me calm. I inhaled deeply, breathing it all in. His gleaming obsidian eyes took in my lithe frame, his intense gaze having nothing to do with mere physical appreciation. He'd already seen me naked. No, what he wanted was my obedience.

He wanted me to present myself to him, to stand and wait patiently for as long as his inspection lasted.