My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

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I grab Dorian's hand and pull him a few steps away from Ethan before something happens that we'll both regret. My chest is still heaving from how hard Ethan had been pressing, refusing to take no for an answer. I squeeze Dorian's fingers tight, forcing my voice to steady even though my pulse still races.


"It's okay," I say, firm but soft, trying to keep him calm. "He didn't do nothing stupid. Not yet."


I turn back to Ethan, crossing my arms over my chest. My words come sharp, cutting. "Alright. I'll come for dinner. You can go on ahead. I'll follow in a bit."


Ethan's lips curl into a grin, and there's something in his eyes that makes my skin crawl. He looks too pleased with himself, too sure. "Good choice, Lia," he says smoothly. "It'll be nice." He shoots one last glance at Dorian, the grin fading to something tighter, before disappearing back into the pack house.


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