Jaxon paced back and forth in front of the baywindow in the library. His heart was erratic, as was his wolf in his mind. Everything that had just occurred between him and Layla was confusing him. He knew being with a full fae would be unlike anything he had ever seen among wolves or even heard gossiped about, but he had no idea that it would be so intense.
When Layla had commanded him to c*m for her, he felt a piece of him submit. Not in the way he had submitted to her father when entering his pack, nor in the way he submitted to his mother and Aunt Charlie when he was a child.
No, there was something very different about the feeling Layla had brought out in him. Different even from the way he felt himself submit to her truest form when he found her after the fight in town.
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