Her scent was every-f*****g-where. It was up his nostrils and clinging to his clothes and skin.
“Calm down, Zeke.”
Calm down? Calm down?! How the f**k was he supposed to calm down when a human was calling to him like she was a siren? He had sensed her presence and smelled her long before she appeared on that bastard’s arm.
She had been touching him! And she had let him touch her! The moment Jared had put his hand on her knee, he had been seconds from ripping that arm off. Ripping it off and then stuffing it so deep up that stupid d**k’s ass before ripping his head off.
Shadow snarled again, doing everything he could to escape his control. He continued pacing up and down the path behind the kitchen, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Last night, she’d had that ridiculous cap cover
