His eyes trail down my body, his expression a wild mix of fear, envy, jealousy, and appreciation—all pulsing through the bond, reflected in the golden rims of his eyes.
“When did you get here?” I ask, trying to sound casual. He doesn’t answer at first. Instead, he lifts his gaze to meet mine, eyes stormy, and grabs my hand. Without a word, he yanks me outside, slamming the door behind us. In one swift motion, he pushes me back against the wall, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of me. A possessive growl rumbles through his chest as he buries his face in my neck, his nose brushing my ear. The tingles spreading across my skin send my body into overdrive. My lips quiver, my legs press together—arousal hitting me hard and fast, uncontrollable.
“What do you think you’re playing at, Bayl
