DERRICK POV
After the most mind-blowing shower of my life, I was still vibrating with need.
Every inch of my skin felt too tight, too hot, like I was just barely holding myself together. The cold air in the locker room didn’t help; it only made me more aware of how turned on I still was, how much I still wanted Kai.
But instead of dragging her against the nearest wall and doing every filthy thing that had filled my head while she touched herself for me, for us, I forced myself to breathe. In and out. Again. Again.
Dalton didn’t say a word, just shot me a look full of tension and something unspoken. We were both strung tight, like wires ready to snap. But Kai—Kai was still so damn young. Not by age, not entirely. She was almost of age and far more mature than half the wolves at Fangar A
