“You’re safe, wolf scout.” I kiss his jaw, and he grips my neck with a shuddered breath. “Fuck,” Maximoff growls, pinching his eyes. He buries his face in the crook of my neck. And he screams. An angered, tormented noise barrels out of him. All this caged emotion is muffled against my shoulder and neck—and I hold him. Fuck, I’m not letting go. I clutch him more securely. So he feels like nothing and no one will breach this embrace.
