I was so wrapped up in our little bubble of discovery that it confused me when she lurched forward, squeaking in surprise as she fell against me.
But the confusion evaporated as I looked up and saw Dax at her back, hands on her hips and nose buried in her hair as he reveled in the scent of her arousal.
I saw red.
The snarl that ripped out of me at the insult to my mate was inhuman.
“Oh, s**t on a stick.” Leigh swore like a sailor as I pushed Shay toward her, barely controlling my wolf, who was clawing to burst from my skin.
The bear didn’t register the threat immediately, his odd, ursine eyes still locked on my mate, mouth slightly open as desire poured off him in a cloud, the obvious competition making my wolf even more rabid to tear into him.
His hands had shifted to claws, though,
