Max's POV
Possessiveness ran through my veins like poison.
I despised when anyone else touched what belonged to me.
Yet watching her wear my shirt ignited something primal within me.
She looked absolutely devastating.
The fabric barely grazed her mid-thigh, exposing those long, lean legs that caught the firelight like silk. Rain droplets still clung to her skin, making it gleam golden in the amber glow. The shirt draped over her small frame, drowning her delicate shoulders while hugging her hips in ways that made my pulse hammer. Each movement caused the collar to drift lower, revealing the graceful curve of her throat.
Countless she-wolves had crossed my path over the years. Beautiful ones who melted at a single glance, who blushed and stammered at the smallest attention.
But this woman?
She lifted her chin with infuriating confidence and declared, "Sexy is something I was born with. Your shirt just enhances what's already there."
