Third Person POV Blade’s chest heaved against hers, the heavy oak door still rattling faintly from the force with which he’d slammed it shut. His body caged her perfectly…tall, broad, radiating raw Alpha power…yet the second his thumb brushed the delicate skin beneath her ear, something inside him recoiled hard.What the fuck was he doing?He, Blade Blackthorn, Alpha King of Ash Creek, was acting like a lovesick puppy. One look at her in that crimson dress, one touch of her hand, and he’d dragged her off like a starving wolf scenting fresh meat. His wolf still howled inside him, desperate to drop to its knees and worship every inch of the woman pressed to the wall. The urge to bury his face in her neck, to beg for her forgiveness with tongue and teeth, made his stomach twist with disgust.At himself.He jerked back as if burned, releasing her hand and stepping away so fast his dress shoes scraped the hardwood. He needed distance before he did something pathetic like fall at her
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