ENZO
I WAS HALFWAY to Eli’s room when I smelled it.
Sharp. Slick. Recent. Not his alone.
Someone else was in there with him.
For a second, I didn’t move. Just stood at the end of the hallway, jaw tight, fingers flexing. The walls of this house weren’t thin, but I could hear it anyway—soft panting, skin against skin, the creak of the f*****g bed.
I didn’t need to guess.
My pulse ticked once, hard.
I’d told them. Every single one of them. Stay away from Eli.
Especially when he was in heat.
Especially when he wasn't thinking straight.
I shoved the door open with enough force to slam it against the wall.
The room was thick with the scent of sweat and s*x. Eli was sprawled on his back, sheets tangled beneath him, skin flushed with the kind of dazed, out-of-control pleasure he only go
