Summer POV

I watched Ezra pull on his clothes so he could leave and go to the pack house. My clothes were in his bathroom, soaking wet. He planned this somehow…

He turned to me, grabbed my chin and pulled me close for a kiss.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Lock the doors.”

“Like that’s going to stop a wolf.” He closed his lips on mine again in a hard, possessive kiss.

“If you hadn’t followed me to the shower, then maybe I would have taken you,” Ezra said.

I laughed. ...