His Possessiveness

[Fineon’s POV]

I watch Fallon’s retreating form, especially her ass, which jiggles in all the right ways with each step. I’m sure that she hears the growl that escapes me as my thoughts begin to go south, thinking of all the things I’d truly like to do, but can’t—-not right now anyway.

Only once she is completely out of sight, do I begin to move, making my way back towards camp since it would be better for us not to be seen together.

When I arrive, my eyes sweep the area until they come to rest on where Fallon stands talking to two hulking figures.

Frowning, I realize that one of them is Hindrick, whose expression isn’t set in its normal, stone cold one, but instead there is a gentleness there that seems to be reserved for Fallon and Fallon alone.

‘Bastard.’ Franz growls, mirroring the sudden jealousy I feel over another person looking at our mate that way. ‘Are you just going to stand here and watch?’

Was I? No, I wasn’t, not when Hindrick’s face softened more and more with each pass