KANE'S POV
I couldn't keep my hands to myself, not when my wolf was grinding hard against me. She smelled of freshly plucked rose with a twinge of vanilla flavor.
I hated to admit it but…she seemed different. I ran my fingers loosely over her laps and she arched in response.
"Well…well…well," Orton's words cut through the air. I didn't even know when he walked into the room.
My face lit up at his sight. As he inched closer to me, I could see the vivid lime of tension all over his shoulders. "Have a seat," I gestured to an empty seat between I and Emrys who seemed distant.
Orton and her exchanged a few glances but didn't last for long as he peeled his eyes away. He had a smug smirk edged at the corner of his lips.
"The party is already in it's full swing," he said, at the top of his
