Chapter 13
RUBY
I could barely keep my eyes open. All I could see were fireworks and flashes of white light inside my mind.
My skin was on fire. Everywhere Billy touched was alight, and everywhere he hadn’t yet visited was screaming out for attention.
Billy was my bad boy. Trouble. The one that ignited things in me I’d ignored, and sometimes hoped weren’t there.
He made me want to be naughty.
Billy carried me into a darkened room and set me down on my feet, keeping a hand on my waist and holding me close.
I sagged against his strong body, my knees weakened and wobbly. I forced my eyes open, though I felt drunk on pleasure, drugged on one of my wolves.
We were in a bedroom. A large, dark, male bedroom. Jackson’s, I had to assume, since we were in his house.
This was it. The moment
