He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, his was back under control, though his body still trembled from the effort it took to rein in his rage.
"Answer me," Xander hissed, his grip on my wrist tightening until I thought the bones might snap. "What are you doing sneaking around the place?"
I swallowed and stammered, "Nothing, I was just taking a walk and-"
"A walk?" Xander sneered, his lips curling.
With a muttered curse, he started walking toward the house, dragging me behind him. He marched down a corridor, looked both ways to ensure no one was in sight, then slammed me against the wall in a corner.
With his hands braced on either side of my head, I was his prisoner. Heat and desire for him pooled in my stomach.
Moon was whining and groaning, thrashing in desperation to touch him. It was almost impossible not to, with the heat flowing through me in waves.
