What else can I control?I wonder, attempting to move my head to look at Tieran again.
My wolf obeys.
His eyes lock with mine once more. “Good,” he murmurs, his eyes grinning. “Try laying down.”
I do.
And my wolf allows it.
“Sit back up,” he says.
I lift up and meet his gaze once more.
He nods. “That’s it. You’ve broken down some sort of wall between you, helping to blend your wants and needs. To turn human, you’ll need to take full control and tell her to heel. Which, given what I’ve observed of your animal, won’t be easy.”
“We could try feeding her,” a deep voice suggests from behind me, causing me to spin on my rump to inspect the newcomer.Caius. I recognize his scent.Peppermint and spice. I’m not sure when I cataloged that information in my mind, but it’s there, giving me his identity along with his familiar voice.
He has thick brown hair, an athletic physique, pretty silver eyes, and a kind smile with dimples engraved in his cheeks.
“Well, hello, gorgeous,” he says, crouching in the doorway. “Don’t you look all nice and clean.”
Tieran grunts behind me. “She’s not a dog.”
“Says the male who was down here giving her orders to sit and lay down andoff,” Caius returns without missing a beat, his gaze still holding mine. “How about some salmon, hmm? Maybe that’ll help placate your wolf enough to subside to your wants and desires.”
The sensuality in his voice stirs heat inside me, just like Tieran’s brushing request.
Something about these males, perhaps their power and Alpha auras, is calling to a foreign part of my being. I can feel it stirring beneath their knowing gazes, threatening to take control and leave me a writhing mess on the ground.
That part of me doesn’t care that my wolf is still in charge, it wants to wake up and steal the reins.
The competing sentiments cause a low whimper to escape my lips. Except it sounds oddly needy, like I’m begging for something I don’t understand.
“Well, that wasn’t on the menu, but we can absolutely arrange it once you’re back in human form,” Caius says, his dimples flashing again as he straightens in a ripple of muscle that makes me drool.
Literally.
My wolf is drooling.
Wow, I think, irritated all over again.Put your jaws together.
She does.
Which gives me pause again and I narrow my eyes.Stand up, I think.
She obliges.
Walk.
Again, she listens, but pauses to rub against the male in the doorway, earning her a quick scratch behind the ear. “I like her,” he murmurs. “Let’s keep her.”
“Again, she’s not a dog,” Tieran tells him.
“Oh, I’m very aware of what she is, T,” he drawls. “Volt is, too.”
Volt?I think, pausing just outside the bathroom door in the bedroom.V must be Volt.
And he happens to be standing in the entryway that leads to the hall, his arms folded as he braces himself against the door frame. “How was your bath, sweetling?” he asks.
