Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“Why are you asking me?” she protested, jerking her eyes up from where she was watching him writhe with gaping mouth. “All I know about werewolves I learned from you.” God, she wanted to lick the sweat from his skin, push him flat on the bed and stroke him until he howled. Swallowing hard, she backed up a step, but there wasn’t that far to go. “I think it might be contagious to me,” she said thickly.
“I don’t know…Derek and Scott never told me about this…” he gritted out through a clenched jaw and gently rocked back and forth, tangling his fingers in his sweat-slicked curls. Letting out a low moan and screwing his eyes shut, he took a series of deep, calming breaths. “M-maybe you s-should go…I can t-take care of it m-myself…”
“What will happen if you — lose control?” Summer shook her head, stepped closer again. “It’s — it’s my house. I won’t leave you here like this.”