Days bled into weeks.
I did everything in my power to avoid being alone with Sebastian. I buried myself in pack duties, leaving before dawn and dragging myself home after dark. On weekends, I invented excuses to visit neighboring territories for so-called official business. I was barely home at all.
The distance only made things worse. The guilt piled higher, and so did the wanting.
I caught myself comparing them, and I hated myself for it.
Vincent was young, strong, and my fated mate. But every time we f****d, he went at it like a pup who'd never learned patience. Fast, sloppy, and done before I could even get close.
Sebastian was older, and the difference showed in every way that mattered. The man knew exactly how to read my body. Every touch landed in the right place. Every thrust
