KYLE POV
Her taste was still on my lips.
Fu.ck.
I had her pressed against me, her breath hitching, her fingers clinging to the front of my shirt like I was the only thing anchoring her to the earth. And maybe I was. Maybe we both were one bad decision away from losing control.
I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to ground myself, but it was no use. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, dizzying, addictive.
Echo, was prowling just beneath the surface, claws dragging through my mind like he was ready to rip his way out.
Mine. Ours. Take. Mark her.
No.
Not without my brothers.
But I could have some fun.
I closed my eyes and exhaled through my nose, rough and controlled, trying not to let the snarl slip past my throat. My canines were elongating, gums burning with the urge
