Abigail's POV　　I wasn't born yesterday, nor was Maxwell the first male I had met with an agenda. I knew the second he approached that he wanted something from me. What wound me more was that if he asked outright, I would most likely oblige him; I was a people pleaser, I always had been. 　　But scheming to get what you want irritated me, which meant I was more than likely going to drag my heels and then not help to be a stubborn mare. Deciding I would be all sugar and sweet, I smiled my most innocent smile and played the part of 'damsel' he had already decided to cast me in.　　Feeling the tension between Damien and Jason rise to an uncomfortable level, I sighed; Damien wasn't helping with his need to touch me or be insanely close to me at all times. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the feeling of his hands on me, nor the sensation it gave me. But I didn't enjoy seeing Jason put out over it. Despite what had happened today between us, I knew he had been pushed to snap like that, and I ha

　　Abigail's POV　　Coming around slowly, I could feel the ice eating at my bones, gradually melting. Realisation dawned on me that it wasn't just my insecurities consuming me; someone had magnified them, causing my body to become completely overwhelmed and shut down. I wasn't usually the dramatic sort, definitely not the damsel in distress type.　　The last thing I remember before I apparently lost consciousness was Damiens's face, the noise behind him, a woosh and then the sensation of flying. Turning my attention to the males around me, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I hated seeing them both looking torn up and concerned over me, but hearing Damien tease Jason, I smiled for the small miracles; at least they were getting along- for now. 　　Hearing Maxwell push me for answers, I sighed; I knew he was right. I owed the people these answers. I know I am being selfish, but I am exhausted; my body feels utterly battered. I just wanted my bed, Netflix and leftover Chinese. 　　Hearing

　　Damien's POV　　Hearing the distant sound of voices and then silence, I cocked my eyes quickly to see Maxwell leave the restaurant we had just left, Jason behind him, his eyes finding mine before possessively surveying Red and how she stood melted into my body, my arm snaked around her tiny waist my fingers laced in her mass of red waves tilting her head back to give me better access to those honeyed lips I was now addicted too.　　But the look of need and desire was etched across my girl's face as she looked into my eyes challengingly that ate at him. Her hand winding up my chest, grabbing my shirt needily, pulling me closer, which had him glaring angrily. Her message was clear: She wanted me!　　"Red, there'll be no going back if you cross that line..." Flicking my eyes back to her with a wicked smirk, my tone laced with lust. Wanting to give her every chance to back down, "Does it look like it bothers me?" I answered, lowering my hand down over the curves of her back across her pert

　　Damien's POV　　"So what are you waiting for? Lost your nerve, Ace?" My little Minx heckled, knowing damn well that would insight a fire in me. She likes to tease. Good, so do I!　　Pulling her head back from nibbling my ear, my eyes tightened on her, accepting the challenge she laid at my feet. Intertwining my fingers in her hair, the little gasp she made was so delicious I wanted more! With my hand that was trapped between her gorgeous thighs, my fingers rubbed her soaked panties. Yanking the pretty fabric aside, I grinned as she drove her hips closer to my exploring digits, trying to encourage me to give her the release we both knew she desired. 　　Running my long finger over her core in a whisper of a touch, her arousal unmistakable by her sweet juices coating her walls. I teased at her entrance; my cock hardened instantly, knowing how close I was to taking what I wanted from my exquisite angel. Coaxing little moans from her scrumptious lips, I watch her eyes close; tugging at her

　　Jason's POV　　"Look, son, I know..." My father started making me sigh and switch off from him- He didn't want me pursuing Abigail; it was the same shit I had heard for the twenty minutes; I couldn't wait for this car ride to end.　　"Tough!" Archer grumbled in my head, making me snort; at least we were both on the same page for the first time in days. I hated it when we argued; until Ab's, we had been thick as thieves, our bond unbreakable.　　"Too right, buddy." I laughed cockily, but seeing her and Damien together today, I knew this fight for her attention would most likely end in bloodshed. I just hoped it was a fight I could win. The way Damien dismissed Tommy's wolf earlier had me nervous; if he did that to Archer, I was fucked! It was that simple.　　"I mean, the pack has to come before your dick, boy, you know that, right?" Coming back to reality, my father's voice cut through the tension in the car. Gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, I clenched my jaw, grind