Ragnar’s POV
Marcus's voice droned on in the background — something about the alpha trip... negotiations... rogues...
I wasn't listening.
All I could see was her.
Her flushed cheeks...
Her trembling breath against my neck...
The way her body had melted into mine like she was made to fit there every f*****g time she arched...
I dragged a hand down my face, fighting off the heat curling in my stomach and the blood in my veins.
What the hell was wrong with me?
She was just a girl. A stubborn, mouthy little thing who didn’t know when to back down. She shouldn't have been affecting me like this.
But she did. f**k, she did.
Every damn second.
"Earth to Ragnar... are you even listening to my words?"
Marcus’s voice cut through the haze, and it was snapping me back to reality. I blinke
