Noah.
"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, the expletive more of a release than anything else.
My wolf growled quietly in the back of my mind, restless, impatient, hungry for her. Maria, my anchor, my chaos all wrapped into one, was driving me completely insane. Every time she moved, every time her gaze flickered in my direction, every subtle brush of skin or whisper of her breath, it set me on fire from the inside out.
I wasn't even sure she realized the effect she had on me. Did she know how my pulse quickened when she leaned close? Did she notice how the scent of her, sweet, sharp, intoxicating, tugged at my control and made me ache to claim her completely? I doubted it. Most of the time, she didn't seem aware of the power she wielded over me. And yet, it was all-consuming, this pull I couldn't resist.
