Creed

“Creed.” Kelzeb used a soft tone. “Don’t. She’s in no danger. We are expected by Lord Aveoth. No one is going to touch her. Control your body now. Anyone could drive by and see you. That’s an order.”

He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. Angel was with him and safe. He got a leash on his lust and instincts. It wasn’t easy, but he’d had sixty years to learn discipline. His skin stopped tingling and he lowered Angel to her feet. He opened his eyes and met Kelzeb’s stare. “I’m fine now.”

The other man sighed. “Good. Keep it that way. You and your mate ride with me.” He glanced at Fray and Chaz. “You two follow. We’re going home. The talks with the packs have been rescheduled.”

“Fantastic,” Chaz muttered. “I fucking hate them anyway.”

Fray chuckled. “Only because the women avoid us two and flirt with the others. We scare them with our eyes.”

“I don’t want a mate,” Chaz growled.

“Sure you don’t.” His twin snorted.