He stopped dead. His useless eyes worked well enough to tell him that some guy was all over her. As if the potent sexual craving of the male human wouldn’t have tipped him off. For God’s sake, he could smell the bastard’s lust through the sedan’s glass and steel. Wrath lunged forward. His first instinct was to rip the car door off and kill whoever had his hands on her. Just pull the guy out and tear his throat open. But at the last second he spun away and forced himself back into the darkness. Son of a bitch. He was literally seeing red, he was so worked up. That some other male was kissing
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