Behind me, I heard Kingsley, Kyle, and Keegan groaning and bitching.
"Asshole," Kingsley muttered.
"I wanted to do that," Kyle complained.
"You always get first pick," Keegan grumbled.
I didn’t give a single damn.
I knew it.
They knew it.
Kat knew it.
Even as she kicked her legs and squealed, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
Nope.
Not happening.
Her scent got stronger by the second, swirling around me, dizzying, delicious.
And there was no way in hell I was missing the chance to carry my little brat all the way home — savoring every second of her struggle.
She just didn’t know it yet.
But tonight?
She was ours.
And nothing — not even her stubborn little attitude — was going to change that.
We barreled through the pack house entrance like a damn parade.
Kyle got to the
