I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat as Reed's grip on my waist tightened. He wasn't stopping. His body pressed into mine, the slow, deliberate grind sending a sickening realization through me—he was enjoying this.
"You reek of him," he muttered against my skin, his voice laced with irritation.
Him? Who? Blaze? Did vampires have some scent-marking thing? Was that why Reed was acting like this? Possessive. Jealous. Dangerous.
I kept my eyes shut, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Think, Clare. Think. I couldn't push him off—not without setting him off. I couldn't run—where the hell would I go? Even if I screamed, I knew the truth.
No one would help me.
No one would stop him.
And if I fought?
A predator like him loved the thrill of a chase.
His fingers flexed on my waist, nails just barely digging in as his teeth grazed my pulse.
