Jax
I kneel on the wood floor, my knees pressed hard against the grain, the ache a familiar anchor. The frustration of the past few days coils tight in my gut. Frankie's first heat has filled the pack house with her scent, sweet and maddening, a constant reminder that we can't bury ourselves in that wet p***y. We took care of her, I got to touch our beautiful princess and ease the fever. It's not enough.
The Alpha in me bristles, restless, but Corrian's presence grounds me. His shadow falls over me, and I look up, my throat already aching with anticipation.
He stands before me, fully dressed in that dark shirt that strains across his chest, the fabric pulling taut over the swell of his pecs. I can see the outline of his c**k through his jeans, thick and heavy, already half-hard. My own
