Dare

Jealousy burns like fire inside me as I watch Sable kiss Ridge. It’s not a sweet, chaste kiss—it’s the kind of carnal embrace that comes before a man buries himself to the hilt inside a woman and relishes the moan he elicits when he bottoms out inside her. The exact thing I’ve been imagining since the night I found Sable on the edge of the creek looking like moonlight come to life.

I clench my fists at my side and glare, my wolf growling and protesting without making a sound.

That should be me.

I wish like fuck it was me pressed against her, tasting her lips, my hands...