Ch. 13 You'll Be Okay

Dillon’s POV

A possessive rage surged through me and my vision turned red the minute Zoe uttered that fucker’s name. My wolf sprang forward before I could stop him and suddenly, my hand was around Zoe’s throat, pinning her to the wall. My grasp was firm but gentle, not tight enough to harm, but definitely strong enough to send a message.

“Say that again! I fuckin’ dare you!” I snarled in her face, so close our noses were touching.

Zoe trembled as I pressed my body against hers, and I could tell through the bond it wasn’t out of fear but the thrill my dominant act ignited in her. My little baby doll liked to play. Well there would be plenty of time for that once we sorted out this one tiny problem first.

I ran my nose down her cheek and along the length of her neck, momentarily lost in her scent. Her rich, floral scent, honeysuckle and rose, wound its way through the air between us, spiking my desire and making my cock ache for her. While at the same time, it reminded me of home, f