He didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, but her distinct sweet honey smell lingered everywhere. Her scent wouldn’t have been an issue if his wolf didn’t go crazy each and every time she was around. He didn’t know how long he could keep his wolf in check, but the reality was that both sides of him wanted her. The arrangement to marry was completely separate from this lethal need to have her even if it was only one time. This time Trina was dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt. Everything about the outfit was normal, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she was exquisite. And she certainly couldn’t drown out the natural scent that was her own with the subtle perfume she wore. He wiped his slippery hands on the front of his pants and tried to act calm, yet he was anything but. This woman awakened his deepest urges, one’s he never had any problems subduing before if he wanted to. With Trina, he didn’t want to subdue them. Trina was no shifter.
