Kylan"s nostrils filled with the tantalizing aroma of Jasmine"s fresh arousal. Damn. All he wanted to do was crawl under the table and lap her up, but he could wait. He would never expose her to ridicule or speculation.
The deep clang of the front door chime resounded through the banquet hall. He and all the other clan members tensed. Members of the clan were already here, so whoever rang the bell was an interloper.
"What was that?" Jasmine"s fork clattered to her plate.
"Someone is here," Dillon said. He"d pulled his hand away from their mate and was poised to fight if needed. The hall was large by most standards, but it was too small for them to transition. It was rare for strangers to disturb them, so neither he nor Dillon had come armed. They were idiots. They should have. And they
