always know where you are, Zori.”
“What does that mean?” She angrily rubbed the goose bumps popping up on her arms. She was so done with water.
“I told you, you couldn’t run from this.”
He touched her shoulder and Zori shuddered.
“So you’re a werewolf stalker, is that it?” She stood on wobbling legs and watched Greyson come to his feet in less than a second.
His powerful body looked amazing, glistening in the moonlight. He was wearing the briefest pair of swim trunks Zori had ever seen and the sodden material clung to the thick curve of his cock.
“I don’t have to stalk you, Zori. We’re connected…bonded, and nothing but death can change that.”
Chapter Four
He was talking in riddles and her head was spinning.
“You feel it, don’t you…the longing, the growing need for me?”
“You”—she pointed her finger at him—“need help.”
“I need you …and you need me.”
Zori snorted as she crossed her arms. “I’ve never needed anyone, let alone a one-night stand I picked up at a club. That’s all it was…a one-night stand . Pure sex…nothing more.”
Greyson’s eyes narrowed. “You’re wrong.”
It felt wrong saying it, but she wasn’t going to back down now.
“No. I’m not.”
“You’re not ready to admit what you need, let alone what you want, and that’s okay. Eventually, you will.”
Fury overrode her fatigue. “Get over yourself! You weren’t even that good in b—”
He reached for her so fast, Zori fell against his lean body as he held her up.
“I can accept that you’re not ready to acknowledge our bond, but I will not tolerate your lies about my ability to pleasure you.”
His rough voice seemed to seep into her chilled skin, warming her as fast as his body heat.
Zori swallowed hard as she pushed her hands against his chest. “Let me go, Greyson.”
“Never.”
She closed her eyes for a second as the crazy idea to surrender to him and the burgeoning needs rising up in her reached a fevered pitch. The feel of his warm skin on hers ignited a million different fires within her. Her nipples beaded and a rush of warm wetness dampened her bikini briefs in answer to his thickening cock pressed against her stomach.
“The longer we’re apart the stronger you’ll feel me…that will never change.”
His declaration scared her and fear spurned anger once more.
“Stop following me, werewolf, or I’ll have to use my claws.” She tore herself from his arms, knowing she’d only got away because he let her.
He grabbed her hands and held them up to his face. “Do you really think those would deter me, Zori?”
She stared into his face as he stared at her. “No, I suppose not. You’re a big bad wolf. I get it.”
“Good—”
“Now, you get this. I don’t need you. I don’t even like you, so leave me alone!” She winced as his fingers tightened around her wrists before he released one hand to cup her breast. He flicked the taut peak with his thumb, holding her gaze as his hand trailed down her stomach, past her belly button and into her panties. Zori moaned as his fingers caressed her clit before slipping into the slick evidence of her arousal.
“Hmm…” Greyson removed his hand and released her. “We can’t agree on what you need, but I think it’s pretty clear what you want.”
Zori was grateful he couldn’t see her blush. He was right. She longed…no, hungered for him.
“Don’t ever touch me again.”
Greyson cursed. “Is it so hard to admit you want me, Zori?”
“I want sex. That doesn’t mean I need it from you.” Her arms fell to her side as she balled her fists, uncomfortable beneath his hard stare.
“No other man will be able to satisfy you.”
“Really?”
The wind picked up around them, carrying Greyson’s intoxicatingly familiar scent in the sultry breeze as she cocked her head to the side. A knot the size of a grapefruit rolled around in her stomach as desire unfurled within her. She was