RAFE’S POV
I looked down at her, my blood a mixture of alcohol and possessiveness. Her hand was warm on me, a contrast to the cold fury in my bones.
"Take a step back, Maya," I said in a calm tone. "You’re used to vanilla s*x. f*****g you against a wall at the pack event almost made you spiral. You won’t survive what I have in mind."
She didn't move. She looked up at me, those honey-brown eyes searching mine, and I knew she was about to do something to tick me off.
"How would you feel if Jalen had his hands all over me and—"
Before the name could fully leave her mouth, I moved.
My hand shot out, fisting her throat. She whimpered slightly, but I did not care. I slammed her back hard against the wall, the sound of the impact echoing through the foyer. Her breath got caught in her throa
