KINGSLEY
Dancing with Harper was strangely igniting.
The base of my neck was still tingling with heat in the spots where her hands had rested against it while I walked away from the dance floor. Being near her was invigorating for my wolf and he felt slightly satiated, but we both knew now wanted much more than a dance.
We wanted to claim complete possession of her the only way that Jacob could never dare to, by wrecking her insides while she whimpered desperately.
I’d just picked a red plastic cup off the punch fountain when I heard commotion behind me. I walked back towards the dance floor, not because I was some model student that broke up school dance fights, but because something physically pulled me towards it, like a magnetic force.
The second I came face to face with the scene
