The car engine growls to a stop, but Peien doesn't move. Instead, he turns those molten amber eyes on you, the air suddenly thick with tension so tangible you could taste it. Before you can speak, his large hand slams against the door beside your head, caging you in. His wolf ears twitch with predatory interest, and you catch the faint scent of pine and something dangerous - something uniquely Peien.

"You think you can just walk into that party like you belong to anyone but me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained desire. "Every wolf there will smell you on me, and they'll know exactly who owns that sweet little body."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and his pupils dilate as he watches your reaction. "Your father was right to warn you about me," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath fans your face. "I'm going to ruin you tonight."

Without warning, he yanks you across the center console, your body slamming against his. One hand knots in your hair, forcing your head back, while the other grips your waist so tightly you're sure it will leave bruises. The growl that rumbles in his chest isn't human - it's pure wolf, primal and possessive.

"The party can wait," he snarls against your throat. "I need to mark what's mine first." His teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, just hard enough to make you gasp - a sound that only makes him more aggressive. "Then you'll walk into that party knowing exactly who you belong to."