Want. Need. Lick. Bite.
What? No!
His human side warred with his animal one. Trench’s heart was beating a mile a minute, and he had no idea how to slow it down. Something was wrong.
This woman was a witch or something. It was the only thing that made sense. She was doing something to him, wasn’t she? But how? He did not scent magic, just vanilla and orange zest. Reminded him of that clementine cake he’d wanted for his tenth birthday.
Yummy.
What the hell? When did a big ass scary Enforcer start thinking words like that? Was his brain addled by that tiny altercation with those pups? Shit. HE was embarrassed for himself.
Trench never let a female get to him like this. Then again, he’d never been near one who smelled so mouthwateringly delicious, looking like a pinup model from the 50s with curves in all the right places.