“Kill me, Terrance, if that is what you’re here to do. Just stop torturing me with your scent all over the fucking place!” she called out to the room on the hunch he was listening.

“Is that really what you want?” Terrance’s rough sensuous voice slid over Emmalia and she shivered.

She rolled to her side to face the direction of the voice and saw him slip through the wall from the bathroom as if he were walking through air. It was creepy, and yet the sight of him made her body react as if it were the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. Her nipples hardened and her panties dampened. “For you to stop torturing me, yes,” her voice was weak and she cleared her throat, trying to focus.

“Is it torture to smell me all over the place?”

“You’re an animal, marking your territory. Except the humans around here can’t even sense it so you’re wasting your time.” Emmalia was impressed with how flippant her words came out this time. Inside, she was still struggling. The desire to rush him and kiss him was fighting with the desire to run away from him screaming.

“It isn’t for the stupid human’s benefit that I have been spreading my scent about.” He arched a black brow at her and she felt her toes curl. He exuded confidence and it was so attractive.

If he had been anything else, she would be all over him right now. She would be dragging him to the bed and tearing at his clothes, wanting him to prove that his confidence was founded on sexual fact, prove that he really could do all the things his voice and eyes promised. “I figured as much. So what is your plan? You have me here, alone.” Emmalia licked her lips, knowing it would entice him. She couldn’t help it, she wanted him so badly. If he was about to rip out her throat, she wanted to at least know what it would be like to have his hard body against hers before she died.

A deep rumble emitted from Terrance’s chest as he took a step forward, his gaze locked onto her lips. “I’m here to claim my mate. Will you deny me?”