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My breathing was irregular, my heart rate spiking, yet Saint was having the time of his life.
“Saint. We need to go.” I croaked out the demand.
He ignored me, basking in the moment as if he hadn’t just added arsenic onto his cherry-topped cake.
Were the lights flickering?
Suddenly, everything appeared in slow motion. No, the lights weren’t flickering. They were dimming.
Oh, no, no. This couldn’t happen.
“Saint!” I called, although I doubted my voice could be heard above the squeals.
“Hey, sweetheart. Take a hike.”
Hold on. Was some jerk telling me to get lost?
Before I had a chance to respond, I felt another brutal bump and suddenly, I was flying into the air.
And into Saint’s arms.
Just as the lights dimmed again, although not before I noticed something entirely different in his eyes.
Not just politeness or a sense of caring.
Certainly not love.
Something much darker and more dangerous. His deep wolfish blue eyes appeared flecked with silver under the dim lighting and flashed with a menacing statement screaming possession.
Hands off what belongs to me.
Then I heard a voice, a delicious velvety tone washing over me like a soft blanket.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you and I won’t let you go.”
CHAPTER 11
Saint
Well, fuck.
My cock had been aroused for almost two hours.
That wasn’t good for any man, beast or human.
There was a sexual energy pulsing between us I’d never felt. If I had to guess by Lily’s reactions, I’d say she’d never experienced a draw so powerful before either.
My mind lingered to the darkest and filthiest places possible. Every image dealt with needing to rut the lovely woman sitting only inches away.
Somehow, I doubted Lily was aware of her sizzling magnetism. Animal magnetism.
There was no denying the chemistry we shared, a connection cursed by karma. The moment the jerk in the restaurant had purposely shoved her, I’d almost lost my cool.
The expression seeing red was true and for a shifter, that was an extremely dangerous situation to find myself in.
Even more than the night I’d rescued the girl at the bar, the intense burst of rage had become uncontrollable.
If Lily hadn’t fainted in my arms, the evening news would be filled with even more insane stories of wild beasts and bloodshed.
