"Don't you dare say that."

His chest heaves.

His color is high. His eyes blaze at me. He looks like... a man possessed.

A fierce emotion twists my gut. "You're angry?"

"Angry?" His voice lowers to a growl, "That’s an understatement."

I blink, trying to form my thoughts into words, then give up.

He pins back his ears which I swear have elongated further in the last few seconds.

"I am your first, do you know how that makes me feel?"

He bares his teeth and his canines drop.

"Umm, good?" My voice cracks.

"What was that?" A vein throbs at his temple.

That's not a positive sign, is it?

I clear my throat. "It makes you feel... good?"

He leans in close enough for our eyelashes to kiss, "It makes me want to tie you down and make love to you until you can't walk straight for days...”