We were the first to reach the pack house, Marcus was still out sorting things, with our hearts racing and the humid night still on our skin. My legs were shaking, not because of the run, but because I still felt the adrenaline rush through my veins.
Jake didn’t say anything as he brought me up the stairs, holding my hand so tightly that it seemed I would fall without his support.
The door closed, and before I realized what was going on, Jake pushed me against the door. His lips touched mine harshly, almost violently, as if the world had just taken me away from him, and Jake was making sure I was actually still here. His tongue went into my mouth. He was demanding, not asking, and I felt my knees become weak.
Jake growled when I pulled at his shirt. He quickly pulled off his shirt, t
