#Chapter 33 Dominic

Dominic It was her scent first, twined with this sultry, musky scent that his me first. I’d known she was there from the moment she arrived and it was maddening. This awareness of Renee wasn’t just attraction. It was something else, something deeper, something ancient, like a thread between us pulling tight. My breath caught in my throat as her gaze locked on mine. She looked absolutely delicious in red. My mind had already figured out exactly how quickly I could get her in my lap, get it off of her and bury my face in her neck to get more of that delicious scent in my nose. But if that was all, I could ignore it. Desire was familiar, controllable. This was bone deep and gut-wrenching, opening old wounds just as quickly as they healed. That undeniable magic that made fools out of many and brought every werewolf right to the brink of certainty and insanity at the best of times. The fated bond. Yet, it had to be a lie. Wishful thinking. My brain playing tricks on my wol