“What would you have done if I hadn’t agreed to come with you?”
His hand wrapped around my neck, his thumb caressing my pulse as he stared at me intently.
“That was never going to be an option,” he murmured, using his other hand to open up his leather jacket to reveal a syringe full of red liquid in the pocket.
Right. He would have drugged me.
Unease and anger coiled in my gut.
But because I was off in the head…I was slightly turned on too.
“You’re mine, little wolf. Never forget that again, and we won’t have any problems,” he said, right before he pulled me in for a dragging, lazy kiss that destroyed all my defenses.
As we pulled away from the shore, I stopped looking behind me.
I was finally going home.