JACK-EYE
"I didn't expect this attitude from you, of all people," she murmurs, turning her attention back to her phone.
Her words are another hit to my already bruised ego. I blink, then blink again, my mouth opening before promptly snapping shut. It feels like a habit around this woman.
My usual comebacks have abandoned me. Something hot crawls up my spine and settles in my chest, sharp and leaden all at once.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, a little too sharply. Defensively.
The image of her with another man—her mouth, her lips, doing the things I've spent a lot of time imagining—slams into me with a possessive intensity I don't know how to manage. It's not like I haven't watched her touch him. But this? Her going down on the wizard? That's something else.
I might have to kill the guy. Wring his scrawny little neck. Maybe stomp on his dick for good measure.
"Beta Aaron Xhekaj of the Lycan Pack."
