Bones, Leather, and His Bite

Chapter 3 Get the Fk Out

Sienna

Fuck.

Fuck f**k f**k.

My skin still burned like I hadn’t rinsed the soap off properly, except it wasn’t soap. It was him. His mouth. His hands. The way the air changed when he stepped into the room like everything else had to move around him or get crushed.

I dressed fast. Jeans, boots, jacket that still smelled like gas station smoke and bad decisions. My hands shook even as I told myself to calm the hell down.

I wasn’t prey.

I wasn’t scared.

And I sure as s**t wasn’t staying here.

The moment I stepped outside, the night bit back. Cold. Sharp. Loud with engines idling and men who stopped talking the second they saw me.

Every eye locked.

Leather. Ink. Scars. They looked like predators wearing biker cuts like armor. Iron Fang stitched across their backs like a warning label.

I had that feeling again. Not fear. Pressure. Like the space around me had rules I didn’t know but was already breaking.

Kael stood at the center of it.

Not leaning. Not relaxed. Just there. Still as a blade.

His gaze dragged over me, slow and unapologetic, like he could still feel my mouth under his. Like he hadn’t decided yet whether to throw me out or tear the world apart first.

“Get her off the compound,” a voice said.

Sharp. Male. Hostile.

I turned and caught sight of him tall, broader than most, eyes cold and assessing. He didn’t look at me like Kael did. No heat. No curiosity. Just calculation.

“This isn’t her territory,” the man continued. “You know the rules.”

Kael didn’t look at him.

“She crossed a boundary,” the man pressed. “That’s not nothing.”

“I know the rules, Rylan,” Kael said calmly.

That calm was worse than shouting.

Kael stepped closer to me, close enough that only I could hear him.

“You walk out now,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Straight. No turns. No looks back.”

“Or?” I asked.

His jaw flexed. “Don’t test me.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It came out raw and a little hysterical.

“You already kissed and touched me,” I said. “Pretty sure the line’s been crossed.”

The air went dead silent.

Rylan’s head snapped toward Kael. A few of the others stiffened. One guy muttered something that sounded like a curse.

Kael’s eyes darkened. Not anger. Something deeper. Something pulled tight like a chain at its limit.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said.

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” I shot back. “You don’t get to pretend I imagined it.”

Rylan stepped forward. “Alpha”

Kael lifted a hand.

Rylan stopped mid-step.

That did something to me. The authority. The way the entire pack reacted to one motion like muscle memory. It made my spine prickle.

“I didn’t imagine your mouth on mine either,” I added, quieter now.

Kael’s gaze burned into me.

“Enough,” he said.

I should’ve walked.

I didn’t.

Instead, I took one step closer and dropped my voice. “You don’t scare me.”

That was a lie.

But his mouth twitched like he respected it anyway.

“You should be gone already,” he said.

“Then move,” I challenged.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then he grabbed my arm—not hard, not gentle—and hauled me forward, steering me through the open gates with the entire pack watching like this was either an execution or a coronation.

He stopped me just outside the fence.

“This is as far as you go back,” he said. “You come near Iron Fang again, you answer to more than me.”

“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t like being handled.”

His hand didn’t drop immediately.

That was my mistake.

Because the second his fingers loosened, I moved grabbed his vest, hauled him down, and kissed him again.

Hard. Angry. Messy.

Gasps sounded behind us. Someone swore out loud.

Kael froze, then growled.

Low. Real. Right against my mouth.

He broke the kiss just long enough to press his forehead to mine, breath ragged.

“Get. The f**k. Out,” he said through his teeth.

I wanted him to claim me right there on the floor right then and there but.

I stepped back first.

Not because I was done.

Because I’d already lost enough control for one night.

I turned and walked away before my knees betrayed me.

I didn’t look back.

But I felt him watching.

Felt the heat trail me like a threat.

Only when I hit the road did my chest finally cave in enough to breathe.

Something was wrong with me.

With my body. With the way my skin still felt like he was still holding me, like it wanted him. With how the night itself felt louder now, closer, like it was paying attention.

And worst of all?

I knew I hadn’t escaped.

I’d just delayed the inevitable.

Because men like Him didn’t let things go.

And wolves?

They never forgot a scent.