"That's Dirty."

The alpha gave an annoyed huff before rolling his eyes. Giving the Slayer one of his patented—-according to the rest of the Pack—-glares, Derek crossed his arms over his chest before giving up and muttering the three words he knew he’d regret.
“I want you.”
His question caught her off guard and she fumbled for a few moments. Wasn’t like she was going to spill all her little...
“Do it–” Derek cut himself off, tearing his eyes away from the Slayer for a moment. As far as he was concerned, they...