Ranger
She would top from the bottom if she could and that shouldn’t have excited me as much as it did. Truthfully, there wasn’t much about Aspen that didn’t rile me up. That should have been terrifying, but it wasn’t. The thrill of the hunt was calling my beast and pumping him full of adrenaline.
Damn straight. He puffed up his chest, preening from our latest encounter.
The pull of the mating call was a shot to my veins and I’d never felt more alive. There was a part of me that was curious about the logistical aspect of this fated mate attraction.
I was a practical person, not overrun by emotion, and the thought of this feeling never abating was cause for some concern. Would I be able to continue to lead my pack in the capacity I strove for when this draw was so consuming?
Don’t care
