e Car

Perfect Portia. "Carriage one," he growled, an

d they all rushed forward to their carria

o seconds before I was hauled off by three sexy werewolves. I didn't

ped around his neck as his closed around my body, lifting me

ther growled as

holding me as I held him. Warmth and love

nice to meet you," I whispere

ind me. My eyes flung open and Lucas put me down. I

e said nothing, looking

. The gasps of the villagers filled the silence. My mo

t." His chest rumbled before me

g, on display, and completely degraded for their sick virgin fantasies and

e carriages, where the other two alphas wa

arned, but I didn't step out of his

here doing it, so can we get on with it already? It's freezing," I bit, sick of holdin

el and I followed, a lingering gaze over my shoulder before I

filled me. They were just so big; there

their biceps hard and smooth all

and looked at me, then at w

d, pulling me under his arm

a tiny silk dress to stare at us in. Was I me

be hot as hell, but they were savages that could

iving me, that seemed more

was a deep, throaty sound that seemed so natural

or

anded, and I fought the urge

ng annoying name that I never used. "Happy?" I spa

e growled. "Mine, Braxton," he snarled, and

sank into the seat next to Nikolai, forcing myself into the

ooking down at me like he couldn't believe

ignore how good it felt to be pressed u

s, so either help me warm up or let

loud barking laugh

Derik said with a shr

d as he did before his arms went around me, enclosing me in body heat. I could

ing in the heat as Derik h

took his hand, settling in between them. She was

l," she stammered,

," Braxton said against her jawline as he ra

her neck. Portia sat still as a boar

ghed. Portia nodded stiffly. He gri

between his fingers, bringing

rik teased, his lips pres

er hands clenched in her la

sense that in her scent, and th

ng al

m Nikolai's lap, bu

there until we get to the city," he sna

me. "No." I moved int

me back, crushing me

the possessive growls and anger th

bed my throat, pushing me down on the seat, leaning over me, his

n his eyes swirled, but there was something else. Th

n the brink of his control. I wasn't taunting him, I was taunting his wolf-a

st the seat as he p

e," he bit, his lips

intensity of him leaked into m

at, why him holding my throat turned me on, bu

us, everything else melting away as I teste

bit my lip at the rush of adrenaline that