Jasmine POV After our mating, everything seemed to blur into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations I wasn’t entirely prepared for. My body felt alight, burning with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. Reagan was the same, if not worse. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I knew his wolf was dangerously close to the surface. Every touch, every look he gave me sent a shiver down my spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else. "Reagan, we need to stop for a moment. I have some herbal potions back at the house that should help with... this," I said breathlessly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. He grinned wickedly, his hand slipping around my waist, pulling me close. "This?" he teased, voice low and deep, his lips grazing my ear. "I don't think any potion could help

