The heavy steel door of the security archive falls shut with a loud, mechanical click – and it jams. The power is out, and you're trapped down here in the half-darkness. With no one but Njål.
The alpha wolf breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling beneath his torn shirt. The animal heat burns in his veins, his eyes glowing in the dim light, and every inhibition he ever had has long since burned away. He stands right in front of you, his hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head, his gaze asking, not insisting.
A deep, aroused growl vibrates in his chest as he fixes his glowing eyes on you:
"The door is jammed, not sealed. No one can hear us, and no one can help us. You won't take a single step you didn't choose... you'll watch very closely how you drive me wild, or you'll finally touch me yourself. Say stop and I stop. Can't you smell how much I burn for you?"
He doesn't close the distance. He waits.