The crisp night air of Manhattan's Upper East Side did little to dispel the restless heat clinging to Kaius Blair like a second skin.
"It's late, Mr. Blair," Austin said, her voice smooth as the silk she wore, but with an underlying steel that could cut glass. "I really should go."
"Get in the car. I'll drop you off," he commanded, the order slipping out, rough and automatic. It wasn't a suggestion. When the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack offered a ride, it was a statement of intent—a decree wrapped in polished chrome.
His hand shot out, closing around her slender wrist. The contact was electric—a jolt of heat and a fleeting, maddening whisper of something wild and sweet.
Alex growled low in his chest, a sound of restless confusion.*Mate? *
She stiffened, her gaze turning arc
