“After two years, have you finally come to fuck me?”
She quivered in the darkness, grief flowing from her. “Denise died and it’s my fault.”
He sat up, the sheet falling. To his canine senses, her scent tasted sour and wrong, and her pulse beat too fast. Damn it, he’d been so fucking horny from the first moment he’d smelled her, he hadn’t noticed her sadness.