“Would you really stab the man who saved your life?”

She glanced at the knife and quickly put it down on the counter. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you were okay.”

“You’ve been following me?”

“Follow sounds like such a stalking kind of word.”

“That is exactly what it is.”

Caspian stepped close to her, trapping her between the counter and his hard body. “Then I guess I have been stalking you.” He groaned as he pressed his face against her body. “And you smell even better than last time. So intoxicating. Freedom is good for you.”

“Why are you here?”

Was he going to take her back? There was no way she’d ever go back there. Not now. Not after she’d tasted the safety of freedom. She would have to fight for it first. Would she be able to kill?

“I came to see you, Sofia. Didn’t you miss me?” he asked. “Haven’t you thought about me once?”

She wanted to deny it, but being a liar wasn’t part of who she was. She wouldn’t do it.

Sofia stayed quiet.

He chuckled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to say the words.” He pressed his body against hers. “Your body does all the talking.”

“How did you get in here?” she asked.

“Your security is no match for a wolf. Also, I learned to pick locks a long time ago. I’m a wolf of many talents.”

“And you learned to invade others’ privacy. I should have known. Why?”

He chuckled. “Don’t pretend you don’t know, Sofia. It’s why your pussy got wet the moment you saw me. Even as you think you should hate me, you cannot deny what you crave.”

“I don’t crave anything but a good book, this lasagna, and a good night’s sleep.”

He tutted. His hand went to her ass, squeezing the flesh. The moan that escaped her lips was not one filled with mortification but one filled with need.

How could she feel this way about this man? It was … wrong.

She didn’t stop him.

The hardness of his cock pressed against her core, and she whimpered. What kind of woman did this?

His lips brushed across her shoulder, and he teased the curve of her neck. “You are so beautiful. I bet none of them even thought to taste the nectar of a sweet virgin, did they?” He sank his teeth right over her pulse, and she gasped.

All it took was a flick of his finger, and the towel that had provided her with any modesty fell to the floor. She tried to pick it up, but Caspian stopped her. His hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her in place.

Sofia was terrified of what he’d think. All of her life, she’d been thrown vile insults about her size. The pack had gloried in hurting her in any way they could. Would he hurt her? She felt sick to her stomach, and then she heard it.

The growl.

“Fuck me, I knew you were beautiful, but I didn’t realize how much.”

She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them.

He wasn’t repulsed. The browns of his eyes seemed to glow a little more as he looked at her, and she was a little taken aback.

Was this even real? Surely, she had to be imagining it. Nothing like this happened to her, but with the way Caspian looked at her, it was like he wanted to eat her up.

His hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head back. “I was going to take this slowly, but I need a little taste.”

She expected him to kiss her, but he suddenly picked her up, startling her as he moved them through her small apartment to her bedroom.

He had her flat on her back, her legs wide, and Sofia stared up at him, not sure what to do as his gaze slowly traveled down her body.

“You were made for fucking and appreciating. Any man who doesn’t is so fucking stupid.” He groaned. His hands were on her knees, and he slowly began to slide them up toward her pussy.