Page 7 of Crimson Heart

She punched one of the humans in the throat, making him choke and tumble backwards.

“Okay, I guess we’re done with them,” the werewolf replied and punched his opponent just as hard, making him stagger and eventually fall to the ground, moaning in pain.

When the idiot tried to get up, her knight in shining armor gave him a playful kick. “I’d stay down, if I were you,” he said calmly. “’Cause as soon as you get up, I feel obligated to knock you down again. And I’m not sure you can take any more. Am I right?”

A grunt was the answer.

“That’s what I thought.” Then he looked at her. “Unless you had any last wishes?”

Charlotte couldn’t help but smirk at his words. “I’m good.”

“Perfect. Then how about you buy me a drink to thank me for helping you?”

She met his gaze and held it. His eyes were deep brown, but there was a shimmer in them as if they contained flecks of gold. His scent now drifted to her, and it felt as if she was being wrapped in a cocoon. Her body responded. She knew now what she wanted.

“I’ve had enough to drink for tonight.”

As the words rolled over her lips, she noticed a disappointed frown appear on his face.

“Well, that’s a shame.”

He shrugged as if trying to show her that it didn’t matter that she’d rejected his suggestion. She took a slow step toward him, her gaze drifting from his lips to his neck, where his carotid artery pulsed.

“Fighting always makes me horny.”

A slow smile played around his lips, and the golden flecks in his irises seemed to multiply.

“I can help you out with that.”

His voice was pure velvet, promising exactly what she needed.

“I appreciate your help. I’ll make sure you’ll be richly rewarded for helping me out.”

He lifted his hand and brushed one finger over her lower lip. “And what would that reward encompass?”

Charlotte parted her lips and licked his finger, meeting his intense gaze, letting her action speak for itself.

He swallowed visibly. “My flat is two blocks away.”

“Then let’s hope I can hold out for that long…”