Maisie
A calloused hand slapped over my mouth, hushing me.
"I can smell your fear, and yet, your legs wrap around me," Quinlan murmured against my ear and the strong smell of alcohol assailed my senses. My eyes widened with fear when I felt his claws rip into my hipbone.
He had golden fur on his skin, and his eyes kept flickering. He smelled like grass and earth and I knew he had run all the way here in his Lycan form. His ears were still part Lycan's and his body seemed three times larger than normal.
My gaze darted to his shirtless, bulging torso, streaked with sweat and a whimper of both desire and mortification escaped me when I found that my legs were indeed wrapped around him, holding his naked body close.
Quinlan's face twisted with disdain at the sound. "Conniving…" he exhaled, claws pawing at my panties. "Little…" He ripped them off. "Slut."
