Darius's POV
Electric currents shot through every nerve in my body, rushing straight to my groin. For a heartbeat, I completely forgot how to breathe as I gazed down at Celina. My feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move. Her face flushed the most tempting shade of crimson. I bent my head until only inches separated our mouths. She stared up at me with those stunning eyes, looking like a startled doe.
"Did that just happen?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire that clouded my thoughts.
She immediately stumbled backward. "No!" she stammered. "I was trying to tell you something and it just—"
A grin spread across my face before I could stop it.
The first genuine smile I'd worn in weeks. I dropped my hand from her soft lips and managed to say, "You're running late. Come on. We should get back to the resort." Dear God, the self-control I was exercising over my wolf deserved some kind of award.
'Take her. Claim her. Mark her. Right now!'
