#Chapter 124: Flattery

Iris With my hands on his chest, Arthur gently backs me against the bathroom sink. He lifts me slightly so I’m sitting on the edge of the cool porcelain. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer as his mouth trails down my neck. “Are you sure you want this?” he murmurs against my collarbone. “We don’t have to—” “I want this,” I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair. “I need this.” When he pulls back to look at me, I gasp softly. His eyes are glowing—that vibrant, toxic green that only appears when his wolf is close to the surface. It’s always been a turn-on, seeing that primal side of him emerge because of me, and right now is no different. But then his expression changes. His eyes widen slightly, lips parting in surprise. “What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious. Arthur shakes his head, blinking like he just saw a ghost. “Your eyes…” Frowning, I reach up and brush my fingers across my cheekbone. “What about them