Ronan
I grind my teeth while Aric throws himself at the mental barrier between us. It’s like trying to hold back a raging storm with nothing but my bare hands — every strike reverberates through my skull. He knows it’s pointless, but that doesn’t matter to a wolf who’s pissed off and determined to get his hands around the pretty little neck of my fellow passenger.
Though I'm not sure if he wants to strangle her or just use her throat as a handhold while he f*cks her until she forgets her own damn name.
And I can’t tell which urge is his and which one is mine anymore.
Our feelings are so confusing when it comes to the woman next to us. Her scent is filling the SUV now — warm, sweet, and completely f*cking maddening —it's going to cling to the leather seats and my skin for days. F*ck,
