Everyone answers to me...eventually.

And just like that, Jaxon strikes. Hands grabbing, fangs flashing, body wrapping itself around me so quickly, I barely understand what’s happening. He whirls me around—my back to his front—tangles his hand in my hair, and pulls my head back.

Nothing to do but admit that—obnoxious smirk or not—this boy is sexy af. A little wicked, a lot wild, and all dangerous.

I can see something in his eyes. Something powerful and terrible and all-consuming.

He turns me inside out with a look, destroys me with a kiss.

He's got the manners of a rabid polar bear