Aiden
Leah was lying on the couch, her legs hanging off the edge. Her short hair spilt over her face in wild waves, hiding her face and baring too much of her neck. That pale stretch of skin called to me, begging for teeth, for bruises I'd leave in the shape of my hunger. She had knocked herself out before Roman, who I'd just tucked in.
"Leah," I rasped, leaning down, my voice a low growl that vibrated through me.
She didn't stir, didn't answer, just lay there vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that made her shirt cling to the swell of her breasts.
I clenched my jaw.
She had to be doing that on purpose, walking around without a f*****g bra, flashing those n*****s in my face and calling me a pervert every time stared.
My fingers weaved through the soft strands
