41. Trouble

Grant

Before the sunrise, we headed to Blake’s pack. The dark veil of the night would give further coverage to our secretive approach.

My gaze trailed from the road to Angeline. She faced the window and her breathing rhythm indicated she was awake. To my dislike, she was already wearing the glamour and her red locks were now brown. It was safer, but I missed looking at her, and every perfect feature that made my heart pound fast and my cock thick.

I dragged in a deep breath, attempting to control myself and failing. My hands itched to touch her soft skin and slid into her warmth. I edged closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and bringing her to my lap. Angeline grinned, lust clear in her eyes. Before I could muster a word, she laced my shoulders and kissed me.

As I parted her lips with a commanding swirl of my tongue, I searched for the button below the seat that would raise the wall between front and rear seats and give Lily and me more privacy.

I broke the urgent kiss with a