“So serious. Not a fan of running?” Kane’s whispered words brushed my ear and sent an electric jolt straight through me, as if his tongue was already connected to my c**t, even though he didn’t touch me.
Jerk.
Irritation at my body’s reaction to him even when I was angry rose, staving off the l**t. I spun to answer, realizing my mistake a split second before I crashed straight into his chest. He steadied me with surprisingly gentle hands, one at my shoulder and one at my hip. I felt his heat like a brand, marking me irrevocably.
Had anyone touched that hip before? I couldn’t remember. All I could feel was him, hot and enveloping and—
“Get your grubby mitts off her, you jackass!” Leigh snarled, fangs lengthening as she stepped up to the literal prince of all the wolves like she was abou
