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Ember

“Davix!” a man shouted from the hallway.

Before Davix could slide his canines into me—at least, that was what I thought he was doing—he ripped himself away from me and turned toward the door, posting his hands on the frame, the muscles in his back rippling.

“Get out,” he said, voice dangerously quiet.

I stared at him for a couple of moments. Wait, why was he going to bite me?

A vicious growl rumbled through the room. “Now!”

After readjusting myself to make sure everything was covered, I teetered from foot to foot. The muscles in his back were … God, they were so big! I pressed my thighs together, nipples hard inside my shirt.

“Ember, I’m not going to say it again.”

“Do you expect me to jump out your window?!” I exclaimed. “You’re blocking the door.”

Once another growl left his mouth, he stepped to the side to let me pass. I scurried toward the door and opened it up, glancing at him over my shoulder and flashing him a smirk. He scowled at me.

“You wanna hear something funny?” I hummed, halfway into the hallway.

He growled, “No.”

My smirk widened, and I rocked back on my heels. Part of me wanted Davix to bend, to break, to succumb to his wolf. That wolf … I didn’t know why, but he wanted me, even though he had a mate. Davix didn’t, but his wolf did.

“I thought the wolf chasing us was you.”

His eyes flashed a brighter shade of gold, his canines glistening with saliva. I slammed the door closed and giggled behind my hand until I came face-to-face with Silas, one of Davix’s friends. He stood in the hallway, arms crossed and smirking at me.

“You calm him down?” Silas asked, a smug look on his face.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” I hummed as I passed him. “Is Hazel here?”

“I left her in the kitchen,” he said.

I raised a brow. He left her?

“And that’s … where?”

The door behind me opened, and Davix stood there, dressed and … pissed.

“I thought I’d told you to leave,” he said through gritted teeth. “Out, Ember.”

“I thought you’d wanted me to stay.”

Silas chuckled. “Is that right?”

Davix flared his nostrils. “No.”

“Actually, you said you didn’t want me walking home by myself. If you want⁠—”

“One of my warriors will take you home.”

“I can do it,” Silas said.

“No,” he growled, the sound ferocious.

Silas pushed himself off the wall and draped his arm over my shoulders. “Your girl needs a big, strong man to protect her, and it doesn’t sound like you can do that for her.” Silas winked at me. “I can give you the time of your life, baby.”