Deke
I have a hard time not growling at every person we pass on the way to the room. My wolf is damn pleased that I got her off, but the need to claim her is even stronger, especially with all the people around.
She tucks her head against my neck as I carry her, her breath even and smooth. She must be sleepy and relaxed from her orgasm.
Deposit the package and get out.
The thought forms in Rafe’s alpha bark.
Discipline is the only thing keeping us from moon madness.
I open the door to our room and tip Sadie down to her feet, giving her ass a light slap. “I need to get some fresh air,” I tell her.
She blinks at me, surprise and a touch of hurt flickering over her expression. “We were just outside.”
“I know. I need to go for a run. It’s, ah, the PTSD. I get restless, and it helps me
