Dax's gaze darkened, slow and intent, and then he began to move.
He circled the space the way he had circled battlefields, the way he had once circled threats, his entire body and pheromones circling his target. The distance between them shifted with each step, the air grew heavy with his scent, and the sense of being hunted and cherished at the same time wrapped around Chris like a second layer of silk.
Chris watched him openly, laughter slipping from his throat, soft and delighted, entirely unrepentant.
"You're glaring at me like I committed a strategic offense," he teased.
"You did," Dax replied evenly. "You did all of this intentionally to provoke me."
Chris laughed, bright and fearless. "You make it too easy with all that possessiveness. I just…" He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "…like to poke the dragon and see how much fire he's holding back."
