It had been over a century since he’d allowed himself to get close to any woman. He was in Miami on a mission. Find the rogue werewolf, the escaped human and destroy them both if necessary. Getting tangled up with a sexy she-wolf wasn’t part of his plan. If anything, it was one of the dumbest things he’d done in a long time. Something about Paz drew him in though. He should be more wary considering he knew so little about her. There wasn’t the scent of another man on her and all he could focus on was making sure his scent was. He wanted everyone to know she belonged to him. The truth was, if she’d been with someone else, he didn’t think that it would have stopped him. And that scared him. The animal inside him craved her desperately. By nature he was possessive and protective, but he’d never felt such a dominating need to claim a woman. To mark her as his own. As her vanilla scent tickled his nose, his canines extended. When she placed a hand on his chest, the action immediately soothed him.
