“Steffan.” Racheal said, in partial alarm, as she felt his strong arms pulling her close.

He paused, and frowned.

“You think I will hurt you?”

“No.” She lied.

“Racheal.” He whispered, pulling her more gently this time. He knew she was lying.

“You are the annoying one,” He said as he deeply inhaled the scent on her neck. “You know how to make my blood steam. In many ways.”

He quickly released her again.

“I will call Skylar now. Promise to not get ...