Hope
Keith’s hand is warm against my waist as we step into the ballroom. His arm stays firm around me, and I let it. Ever since he walked in on Camille trying to kiss me, he hasn’t left my side. Not for more than a breath. He’s been possessive, protective… and my wolf eats it up.
His spicy scent washes over me and makes the primal side of me want to rub against him.
I want to lean into the edge he's walking on. Goddess, I want to. But not here. Not while we’re still surrounded by potential threats, on land that doesn’t belong to us.
Instead, I settle for small brushes of my fingers against the strong cords of his arms. The slight press of my body to his.
A deep satisfied rumble sounds in his chest.
“Careful. You do want me to behave tonight don't you,”he says.
The infection in his v
