The truck veered slightly as Demetrius’s posture locked down, his jaw tight enough to crack. The casual warmth in the cab instantly evaporated, replaced by the fierce, terrifyingly possessive aura of a Lycan king. "You are not dying," he growled, his voice dropping into a dark, unyielding register that vibrated through the floorboards. "I won't allow it. Don't speak like that."
I giggled softly, the heavy intensity of his reaction only warming my chest further. "I know, I know. But I just wanted you to know. You make me truly happy, Demetrius."
Determined to shift the heavy mood back to the wicked thrill that had been simmering between us all evening, I shifted in my seat. I reached across the center console, sliding my palm flat against the front of his trousers, wrapping my fingers aro
