Grace’s POV
Reluctantly, I pushed away from him while also eager to get home. To get him naked and follow through with every dirty thought I’d ever had about him. About my hands roaming freely over his muscular chest and down his washboard abs. To finally trace that V-line into his pants and---
“Stop that,” Jack growled, his eyes flashing gold as he stood and pulled me into his chest, nipping my lips. “I can smell you, woman!”
He meant my arousal.
Well, that didn’t really surprise me. I was so turned on, even I could smell it. My panties were ruined and--- and that was the moment my brain decided to remind me that I ran a pack of werewolves!
All with super-sensitive sniffers…
“Oh fuck,” I hissed, hiding my face in his shoulder. “Everyone will know, won’t they?”