Cain Beckham
"What about what I need?" Claire's voice cracks.
The hurt in her eyes tears at him and makes his wolf restless.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need." He strokes the side of her face. "I'll do
anything." He relishes the feel of her smooth, soft skin. "It's been hell without you these past few
weeks. Please. I don't want to lose you, not again."
"You and I both know this thing between us - whatever it is - won't work."
"It will. I'll make it work this time. Just tell me what you want me to do."
The wolf picks up on her rapid heartbeat. She's nervous, fidgety.
"You don't do commitment, and that's what I want - what I need." She draws in a ragged
breath. A small sob escapes her lips.
"Commitment." He sighs, then draws her close. "I can do that. I can commit."
He claims her lips. The kiss, firm but tender, makes his heart pound in his chest.
Fuck. What is this woman doing to him? - to his wolf?