I look over and see Angel watching closely. Too closely.
“Any other times?”
I clamp my mouth shut and stare at the white-haired bastard. “None that count as sex,” I hiss, furious at the sudden intensification of his gaze. He’s trying to steal my secrets.
Angel steps forward at the same time as Khaos whips his head up. The movement is so quick he almost knocks me out. Angel glares for a bit longer, then turns and vanishes. It hurts, but I can’t say why.
Khaos stares into my eyes, his turning that glowing amber gold, which indicates his wolf is close. “Did someone hurt you?”
I shove at his chest. “That is none of your business.”
His growl is deadly, causing my limbs to lock and my own chest to tighten. He’s snarling loudly, claws rip out of his fingernails, and his muscles bulge. No, I can’t have a shifter losing his temper; it could be fatal. I hold my hands out, facing up, and, with extreme difficulty, I lift my chin, exposing my neck to him.
Submitting to him.
He lunges forward and bites, not hard enough to break skin, but just to hold, to reassure. To claim. I close my eyes as waves of pleasure and longing roll through me.
No, this isn’t right. It’s supposed to be fear and loathing. I hate shifters.
Still, I tremble in his arms.
His tongue laps at the skin. I shudder and reach out to grip his jacket, holding myself up. The second he releases me, I fly across the room and race into my bedroom, slamming the door.
No one follows. I don’t know if I’m relieved or happy.
Angel
Touch? We’re supposed totouch her?
Not in this lifetime.
No way am I touching her.
She rolls onto her back, and I edge closer to the side of the bed, leaning over her. I don’t know why I’m in here. Just watching the flirtatious way she was touching my pack and my twin infuriates me. It would be so easy to snap her neck.
She turns and twists on the bed, restless, her seductive whimpers inflaming me more.
I creep even closer and reach out, my fingers itching to wrap around her throat and squeeze the life out of her.
Hazard catches my hand, I turn my head and stare at him.
He shakes his head. I could break his hold, but this is Hazard, and I would never do that to him. I bring our hands back from her. She whimpers again, but instead of staying, I stalk out of her room, Hazard on my heels. He follows me out to the porch where I pace, gripping my head, trying to drown out the past.
“She’s not them.”
I whirl on Hazard, growling. It’s hard to remember who everyone is when the past is riding me like this. It’s hard to remember why I let everyone live.
Hazard doesn’t fight me when I slam him back from me because he’s the last person I want to hurt. He’s the only one I trust. Truly trust.
“She’s our owner. She is exactly them.”
“Yet, all she’s done is treat us with respect and dignity. I won’t let you hurt her, Angel.”
“You would choose her?” I hiss, outraged.
“No, I’m choosing you, and you would regret hurting her.”
“You’re wrong. I would feel nothing but pleasure.”
