GIDEON’S POV
[A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER]
She struts off toward the bar like she owns every inch of marble under her heels, and the whole ballroom turns to watch her go.
I don’t blame them. I’m watching too.
My fingers still smell of her, of the soft seductive heat between her thighs where I had my hand two minutes ago.
And I bring them to my mouth right here in a room full of the pack’s finest, because I have never once in my life pretended to be a better man than I am.
I know exactly what I am.
I’ve known since I was seventeen, when I learned that a good face and a filthy mouth open more doors than any key.
Women look at me the way this whole fancy room is looking at her right now, like something they want and know they can’t touch.
I have never chased a single woman in my life. They
