~Solange~
"Fine, fine I will…" The words tumbled out before I could stop them, small and breathless.
I turned slowly, eyes locked on the floor like it might save me. Ryker was still half-tangled in the black t-shirt, one arm trapped in the sling, the other raised awkwardly like he was surrendering. The fabric stretched tight across his chest, and gods, why did he have to smell so good even now, sweat, cedar, that faint forest and pine smell of pain and wolf?
Soso was losing her mind. Touch him. Take it off. That's our man. And if this i***t wasn't part of me I'd have taken her off and ripped her apart.
I stepped closer too close and reached for the hem. My fingers brushed warm skin just above his waistband and I nearly jerked back like I'd been burned.
"Easy, Lange," he mu
