GINA
I found my breath leaving me as his lips tilted up in an empty smile. It was the way he looked at me. The promise in his eyes and confirmation that what he was about to do next was something my wolf and I wasn't going to take very lightly, Well, My wolf anyways. I was the rational between the both of us.
Slowly, he tugged his shirt over his head, my eyes tried not to trail down to the delicious stretch of skin, or to his taut, firm muscles or to the dangerous v that dipped inside his sweat pants. The redhead behind him ogled him shamelessly, the desire evident in her eyes, I could see her n*****s begin to harden and I wanted to puncture one with my claw. Yikes. Gina!
The difference between her and I was that she regarded Atticus as an accessory for s****l pleasure, for status upgra
