Come on. Let's see if the food is ready. I'm starving."
Deucalion raised an eyebrow, letting her know that he knew what she was doing. She shrugged and skipped off ahead of him. He jerked on her hand so that she was pulled back against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her. "No skipping." His voice was low.
"Deucalion," she whined.
"I said, no."
Shocked, she looked up over her shoulder. He was dead serious. It was an order, and his expression warned her not to argue. It was clear that his possessive alpha side was peeking out.
Allison rubbed her hands over his arms. "Okay. I'm sorry."
He pressed his lips to her temple. "Thank you."
Together, they walked over toward where all the food was being set up. Everything was indeed ready. Deucalion took her plate from her and piled it u
