Kendrick didn't laugh when Ruth fled his presence, cheeks flaming. He'd flustered her with his new attitude. Excited her too, it seemed. The subtle musk of her arousal, a perfume like no other, had him salivating for a taste. No freakn' way he'd deny it any longer. The woman was his.
"What are you doing with my woman?" Joel asked, his tone low and angry.
His and Joel's woman. Crap. The reminder irked. "Your woman? I didn't think you'd gotten that far last night," Kendrick replied, a little coolly, still insanely jealous his friend got to kiss her first.
"Yeah, well, only because we were so rudely interrupted. I'm done trying to fight it. She's my mate, human or not. One taste and bam. It's like lightning hit, dude. Yummy lightning, all sugary, sweet, and soft." Joel taunted him with his knowledge.
"With a steel core. She's got more spunk than you think."