He takes a step forward and I panic, grabbing his hand tightly.
"Aaron, stop…" I plead. Does he realise what going to confront Graham means for us all?
"Did he kiss you?" His thumb traces my bottom lip and despite the rage radiating from him, the touch is gentle.
"Did his mouth touch yours?" He continues.
"No," I breathe out. "He tried, but Kieran interrupted before…" I trail off.
Why am I explaining to begin with?
"Before what?" Aaron's other hand slides from my shoulder down my arm, his fingers trailing fire across my skin.
"Before he claimed what's mine?"
The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with fear. Melody purrs in approval, practically gushing at our mate's display of dominance.
"I'm not yours," I force out weakly, but we both
