Lorien POV
“I’m Rion,” the teenager announced with a grin that was far too charming for his own good. He caught my hand before I could react and brushed his lips over the back of it in a slow, exaggerated kiss. My eyes went wide as he tilted his head up, his mouth hovering a breath away from my skin.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured.
A sharp growl tore through the air. Rion stumbled back several feet as Auren yanked him away like a wolf ready to rip someone’s throat out.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Auren snarled.
I blinked, taken aback but not exactly surprised. “You must be one of the brothers I’ve heard about,” I said, peering past Auren’s broad shoulder toward Rion. Auren seized my hand then, dragging the back of it across his stomach. The gesture was instinctive territorial.
