Devon James
The moment I stepped into my wife's office and saw Jimmie holding my jacket my scent curling around him like a damn invitation something primal inside me snapped.
Not in a way the world would see. Not yet. No. But deep, low, inside my bones, my wolf purred. Not just content aroused. Drawn. Damn near pleased. And that made me madder than hell.
I took one step forward.
He didn’t notice me at first. His eyes were half-lidded, lost in something I didn’t want to name. Something I’d been trying to deny for weeks now. Obsession. Longing. Craving. The second he realized I was standing there, though, it was like someone poured ice water over him. He startled, and almost dropped the jacket, eyes wide, face flushed. I knew that look. Embarrassment. Shame. Fear. Desire.
And that… that
