Naked Skin and Liquid Arousal

Streetlights flash across the backseat leather on the drive back, and my earlier bravado is evaporating fast. Thorne insists on keeping this entire scent-marking ritual under wraps, watching me from his side of the seat like a starving wolf eyeing dinner.

Half the rules of shifter existence still baffle me. I have no clue how carrying his baby lends my own skin a wolfish trace, or how a claim reg