Sonora was very glad that she did not suffer from claustrophobia as Grayson put more weight against her. She felt her lips part, a rush of air escaping at the added pressure against her chest, and flinched back as he bared his teeth. She couldn't go very far, of course, and she winced slightly as the back of her head connected with the wooden siding of the cabin. Her heart was racing; pressed up against her like he was, she was sure he could feel it. What he didn't know, and what she would never in a million years admit, was that her racing heart was not solely due to fear. Sonora could feel the strength of the chest that pinned her against the cabin, sense the heat that radiated from his chest and into hers. The desire it stirred inside her made her breath catch a little, and the urge to wrap her arms and legs around him, to tug his head down that one extra inch so he could kiss her, was almost overpowering.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, she staggered a little as he finally stepped back enough to allow her feet to touch the ground, nodding quickly as she drew in her first full breath of air since he'd slammed her against the cabin. She was still breathing heavily as she looked up at him again, her eyes following the lines of his arms and broad shoulders, the corded muscles at his neck. Jesus, he was attractive. And he smelled good, too. But he was still very close, and Sonora shifted her weight from foot to foot, at once uneasy with his closeness and longing for more.<br/><br/>"S-Sonora," she said, speaking into the inquisitive silence that had followed his question. "Sonora Hunter." Inwardly, she winced. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! She hadn't given him an alias. Cam was going to<em>kill</em>her for not following procedure, but there was nothing she could do about it now. His team of computer wizards would just have to work some quick magic, as she expected Grayson would be running a background check on her at the first available opportunity. Sonora shifted again, trying to get back some of the composure she had lost, and pushed a hand through her hair. Now what? "Um. You, ah, want a beer?"<em>Oh, sure. Invite the Alpha who nearly killed you in for a drink,</em>she thought dryly,<em>Real smooth.</em>Sonora glanced up at Grayson again as he stood in front of her, closing her in simply by standing there. She fidgeted again, her hands lifting to tug at the tail of her braid. She didn't dare move. More to the point, her wolf wouldn't let her. Irritated without really understanding why, she continued to tug at her braid, waiting to see what would happen next.<br/><br/>