"Jessie, what are you doing―?" Rhys had wanted to ask as soon as he saw Jessie on his doorstep. But his question was cut abruptly short when the woman’s backhand came flying across his face.
Jessie had slapped him. He didn't move. He blinked a few times in anger and confusion. His mind couldn't comprehend that she had just struck him as soon he opened his door to her. His eyes darkened.
“What the hell did you do that―” before he could finish his question once again, Jessie attacked his lips this time. She pushed him into the living room, kicking the door behind her, and pinned him to the wall.
Rhys’ wolf smelled Jessie’s own in an instant, and just like how much enslaved his beast was to its mate’s scent, he was powerless when Jessie’s hands roamed over every inch of his skin under his
