KANE POV:
Alright, call me a horny wolf. But can you blame me? Try carrying your nearly naked mate over your shoulder and see if you don't lose your mind. The shirt I'd given her barely covered her, leaving my hands holding nothing but bare, soft thigh. God, I wanted to slide my hands just a little higher, to see if she'd gasp, to feel more of her warmth...
Fuck, Kane, get it together! I tried chastening myself, but damn, the temptation was overwhelming. Every step I took felt like a struggle against my primal instincts. The way her body molded against mine sent my thoughts spiraling into the gutter.
