“I won’t lie. They’re dirty thoughts. Fantasies of you and me—” He shivered and moved closer. “I want—”
 
 My legs felt weak at the look in his eyes. “What? What do you want?” If he was thinking straight thoughts, I was the queen of England.
 
 “I’m curious what it would be like with you.”
 
 I swallowed hard. “Sexually?”
 
 He nodded, looking muddled. “When you’re near me, I can smell your scent so strong, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s different from other omegas. It makes me want to touch you.” His eyes glittered. “I keep picturing you under me. Naked. I want… Fuck… I want to—”
 
 If he was any other alpha, I’d have been screaming at him to shut up and get back. But I couldn’t deny I was attracted to him too. “I think it’s the moon,” I muttered.
 
 He scowled. “What?”
 
 “I feel the pull too. I think it’s the moon.”
 
 “The moon?”
 
 “In the old days, the moon directed our mating cycles. Don’t you remember that?”
 
 “No.”
 
 “Didn’t your parents tell you teachings from the Ancients?”
 
 He swallowed loudly. “They mentioned some stuff. But I don’t remember anything about the moon making straight guys sexually attracted to other men.”
 
 I shivered as he took another step closer. “These things we’re feeling… it’s just our inner wolves responding to the full moon. I’m sure of it. The pull of the moon is strong tonight.”
 
 He clenched his jaw, his expression impatient. “I’m not interested in astronomy, right now.”
 
 “I’m just trying to be logical.”
 
 “Don’t bother.” His voice was urgent. “All I want to know is, have you thought about me, Pierce?”
 
 I backed up until my legs were against the bed. “Maybe I’d rather not say.”
 
 His lip quivered. “I’m baring my soul to you, Pierce. Talk to me.”
 
 I squeezed my eyes shut, wrestling with insecurities.
 
 “Please, Pierce.”
 
 I opened my eyes. “Fine. Yes. I’ve… I’ve thought about you,” I said softly. He was only a foot from me now, and his masculine scent filled my nose and the heat of his body made my skin tingle.
 
 “Do you want me?”
 
 Arousal flushed through me. “Shit, Seth.”
 
 “Do you?”
 
 “My past doesn’t repulse you?”
 
 He scowled. “Hell, no.”
 
 I scanned his gaze, searching for any hint of pity. All I saw was raw desire. “You should probably go.”
 
 “I don’t want to go.”
 
 “You’re confused.”