Masen’s hot breath is at my neck as he bends and scents just behind my ear, letting his mouth graze my throat with small kisses. “You may shift to heal,” he orders Roxanne. His voice gruff. With him still behind me, he reaches up to the cheek she damaged and palms it. His hand pulls back, and I see small traces of blood. She must have used her nails. His face leans next to mine; he runs his nose along my cheek then licks. It’s primal, and it ignites me. My wolf approves. She wasn’t happy she didn’t get to play but Masen tending us eases her. A soft noise rumbles from my chest. My head falls back, and he latches on to his Mark. I hear someone saying something repeatedly. It doesn’t register. The burn on my cheek is gone, the adrenaline and anger have turned to heated desire.

I feel Masen hard and thick behind me. His hands grip my hips and rove my soft belly inching up toward my breasts. My back arches, and a small groan sounds. His answering growl excites me more. I can hear his heavy pants and feel his heart speeding.

The persistent noise breaks through again, and Masen roars, “WHAT!”

My eyes snap open, and every shifter is staring at us, some touching themselves or others sexually. “Oh my, God,” I say horrified at what I was just doing with a captive audience. When I look down, Roxanne is gone, only her shoes remain. “Ding dong, bitch,” flies from my mouth before I slap my hand over it, mortified I spoke that out loud. Holy shit, I need to get out of here. Masen moves in front of me and snarls at the group in front of us. I grab his shirt and hide my face.

Oh my, God, oh my, God. I chant over and over in my head. They will always think of me as an exhibitionist slut puppy. Hysterical laughter tries to escape my closed mouth, but that would be better than the sobs threatening to follow. “I want to go now,” I say quietly to anyone that will listen.

Masen turns and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he reaches down with one hand to make sure I’m covered. His sweet gesture makes me love him even more. “Love you, too, baby,” he coos softly. My head is on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around him, and my legs cling to his waist. He leaves the clearing and walks us to an SUV. Sniffer, Sam, Red, and Sid follow.

Sniffer gets in the driver’s seat while Masen tries to get in the passenger seat. Together we are too big. I kiss his lips tenderly and slide into the back seat. He comes in behind me, barely fitting. We need a tank or a full-size hummer. Sam gets in the passenger seat. Sniffer starts the car then slams his hand on the wheel.

I jump at the sudden sound. “Goddamn! You were like a little ninja. Where the hell did you learn that shit? You didn’t even move. One second, she was coming at you, then the next, she was getting her ass kicked. Holy shit, that was awesome,” he pants excitedly. Sam’s shoulders shake as he tries to hide his laughter. The doors are still open, so I hear Red when she starts to giggle.