Her breathless voice.
Her flushed cheeks.
Her shirt unbuttoned.
Kyle’s f*****g hands on her. Our damn brother was torturing us it seemed.
Touching her like she was already his.
Her head was tilted back, eyes glassy, lips parted as Kyle kissed her throat, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her jeans.
Midnight, howled so loud in my chest it rattled my ribs.
My entire body locked up with fury.
That was our mate. Not only his.
Ours.
He didn’t get to touch her like that without us. He didn’t get to run his hands over her skin, to taste the curves we’d barely begun to imagine. He didn’t get to hear the little sounds she made when she lost control.
That should’ve been all of us. toghether.
“Sh.it,” I breathed, slamming my eyes shut.
I could still feel it.
Her.
Warm.
Wet.
