XANDER
Logan had opened his mouth to say something to Emma. It remained open as I grabbed Emma's wrist.
"Xander!" she exclaimed, yanking at her hand. "What do you think you're—"
Her words ended in a gasp as I dragged her away from the training grounds and behind the nearest building. Only when I had her backed against the wall did I let go.
For a few seconds, we just stared at each other.
This close, her scent was maddening—cloying, intoxicating, blotting out every rational thought.
I hadn't admitted it, not even to my brothers, but the night I'd been with Vera… it had been Emma I'd imagined writhing and moaning beneath me.
I balled my hands into fists, fighting the overwhelming urge to touch her.
She felt the pull too and I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell.
A soft moan slipped past her lips, and she bit down on it.
"What was that for?" she snapped, rubbing her wrists, scowling to cover her slip.
