Ethan POV

I pull her through the doors, and the momentum carries her forward—straight into me.

Her hands land on my chest. Electricity shoots straight through my spine.

Ellen roars inside me. 'CLAIM HER. MARK HER. MINE.'

'Shut the fuck up.'

The woman stumbles. I catch her waist—my hands closing around thin silk, feeling the heat of her skin underneath, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.

The ballroom goes silent.

She looks up. ...