I whipped my head up and down rapidly, eager to agree with whatever he said, though in truth, I could no longer tell when exactly Jules had started trying to seduce me. Maybe he’d only just gotten started. Maybe he’d started when our designations were assigned. Or when we got to the cabin. Maybe it had happened that first night with Storm. Who could tell? He laughed softly to himself and got to his feet. As he started to turn, I caught his hand in mine. My fingers wrapped around his palm and squeezed tightly.

“What do you want, Sully?” I looked into his eyes and was so overcome I couldn’t speak. “Tell me,” he said. His voice had gone syrupy and sweet. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

My breath caught in my throat. The warmth of his hand in mine was spreading up my arm. I looked down and saw a film of gold dust around my hand. It was still, suspended in time, then it slowly started spinning rings around me. I looked up at his face. His eyes were dark. His hair was pushed back off his forehead. His lips were full. Fuller than usual, I swear. I felt a longing so deep and intense, I had to crush my own lips together to stop the mournful howl that was threatening to escape.

“I want a kiss,” I said when I could.

His chest caved and shook as he started to laugh. “Really, alpha boy? A kiss? You could have anything, anything at all, and that’s what you want.”

I nodded again, slowly that time. I meant it. I wanted his lips on mine more than anything else. He came closer to me, lifting one leg and then the other, straddling me. My hands went around his waist immediately. I circled the small of his back and let my hands rest on the curve of his ass. I didn’t blink as he leaned down. I couldn’t. He reached behind my head and tugged at my hair tie, pulling it free. My hair fell about my shoulders. He ran his fingers through it.

“It’s almost all white,” he murmured. “Just a few strands of black left.”

I nodded mutely.

“It’s wild. The same thing is happening to your wolf.”