Xander immediately laces his fingers with mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as Zen places his palm at the bottom of my spine. Adonis grumbles under his breath, and Xander scoffs. “Fuck off, A, you had her all to yourself last night. I can smell the soap from showering this morning, but my wolf can sense you all over each other. You. Need. To. Fucking. Share,” he snaps, squeezing his fingers tighter with mine before pulling me through the portal.
