Summer POV

Ezra kicked the door shut as he dominated my lips. I shrugged out of his hold and locked the door. He grabbed me, picked me up and threw me on the bed. The springs in my mattress cried out.

Ezra ripped his jacket off, and the outline of his wolf flashed in his eyes. I felt his desire in the pit of my stomach. He climbed on top of me and my heart threatened to fly out of my chest.

“Hey,” I hissed, placing my hands on his chest.

“Don’t worry about your Dad, he’s drunk out of ...