Wyatt-Beast
Her scent tickled my nostrils as she lay prone against me. It had been tickling my senses since the moment she stepped into the club but I had forced the notion away. It had been all mixed up with another smell.
A very masculine smell.
And I had put it down to wishful thinking. She wouldn’t be here. And she definitely wouldn’t be here stinking of another man. I had believed that right until I had locked eyes on her and her hand had connected with my cheek. Her pretty face suddenly full of sharp teeth she gnashes angrily in my direction.
My little mermaid was pissed. And it made the beast inside of me stir, her anger was a turn on. I didn’t really care why she was angry with me. I just wanted to get the smell of Mason from her.
The words that left my mouth weren’t important
