Page 37 of Tethered to the World
The yearning in his eyes was so painful, she wanted to give him something in return. “Do it. I know my limits.” She placed her hand on his chest, surprised by the firmness under his shirt. She then lifted her face to his and threw his words back at him. “Touch me.”
Keeping his eyes glued to hers, searching for any doubt, his fingers shook as he gently touched her face, then his eyes followed his fingers like he wanted to absorb everything. His touch was so light, she barely felt his fingers, gooseflesh spreading over her whole body.
“I didn’t know touch could feel good,” she murmured.
Much too soon, his fingers vanished, and her eyes popped open.
She hadn’t even been aware of closing them.
Though his face was hard, his heart thundered wildly under her palm, giving him away. His eyes were alive with some unnamed emotion, but he didn’t touch her again.
“We should join the others.” His husky voice was barely above a whisper.
He was right.
She retreated, her legs slightly unsteady, which had nothing to do the toxins in his blood and everything to do with him.
He scowled at her, not missing a thing. “You’re—”
“Fine.” She gave him a smile, and patted his chest once, before reluctantly dropping her hand. And shivered, instantly missing his warmth. “Should we join the others?”
At the mention of the rest of the guys, a shutter fell over his face, and he gestured for her to go first.
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Pack grá.
Camden clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched Annora join the others, his beast demanding that he follow and stake his claim. Logan had been insisting she was their grá, but he hadn’t believed the kitsune—until now.
They were so rare they might as well be a myth.
It was whispered that the grá was born specifically for her males.
A perfect match.
He swallowed hard at the idea of her being his to touch whenever he wanted, his to protect and keep safe, his to worship—his perfect woman.
He thought Logan had been exaggerating, wanting to cause trouble, but the way Annora calmly touched him with barely any side effects, then casually walked away, devastated him.
He should he happy.
Hell, he should be fucking ecstatic.
Instead, the little slip of a girl scared the fucking ever living hell out of him. If he was wrong and he touched her…he ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t take the risk.
She was reckless.
Impulsive.
And too fucking young and innocent for the likes of him.
No, he needed to keep his distance. Pack grá or not, she was dangerous. She had the power to destroy what was left of the team without lifting a finger. The others were already fascinated with her, falling under her awkward charm. Until he knew what she was hiding, the secrets she refused to share, he needed to harden his heart.
No matter what he felt, it was his job to protect the others…even if they would come to hate him for it.
Even if he would come to hate himself and destroy his one chance at true happiness.
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