First Everything by Olivia T. Turner

I’m at that kind of rough party you wouldn’t want to see your daughter at.
That’s when I see her.
A cute little rich girl who’s found herself on the wrong side of the tracks.
I know immediately that she doesn’t belong here and it sends a protective streak surging through me.
She reminds me of a chipmunk. Just as small, adorable, and helpless.
These guys will eat her alive.
I want to go over there, pick her up, and take her away from this place.
I want to lock her in my room where it’s safe.
Where only I can lay eyes on those soft tender curves.
But I can’t move.
I’ve never been like this… so, paralyzed in the presence of a girl. Utterly helpless in my feelings for her.
But when I see another man touch her, something in me snaps.
My civility is gone. Hundreds of years of human progress, culture, and civilization are wiped out with a single touch.
I’m back in the dark ages. I’m primal. Barbaric.
I’m a goddamn caveman about to beat the life out of a rival mate who dared to step into my territory.
The touch breaks me. The restraints of society crack and fall to the floor.
I’m free to defend and take what’s mine.
And most importantly, I’m free to claim her as my own.