I pressed the heel of my palm against the bulge, trying to crush the ache back down. It only made it worse. The bond kept feeding me flashes: her back arching, her nails clawing at the headboard, the way she might have gasped if I’d slid into her instead of leaving her alone with her hands and whatever she was using to replace me.
I snarled, low and violent.
If I went to her now, if I walked into that room and put my mouth where my mind was already tasting her, there would be no stopping. I would f**k the heat out of her until she was nothing but moans and tears, until the bond sang instead of screamed. My wolf wanted that. My body begged for it.
But I stayed where I was.
Because I knew if I crossed that distance now, I wouldn’t come back the same man.
I dug my teeth into my knuckle u
