Zoe POV

James's hands are sliding higher, his mouth hot against my neck, and I'm arching into his touch when suddenly the door crashes open with a force that makes the entire frame shudder.

The sound is explosive—wood splintering, hinges protesting—and I jerk my head toward the noise just in time to see Noah standing in the doorway with his eyes blazing red, actual red like they're lit from within, and the scent of his wolf is so strong it fills the ...