What I felt for Skye Moore had gone so far beyond want that the word was almost insulting.
I needed her.
I needed her the way my lungs needed oxygen. The way my wolf needed the moon. The way a drowning man needed the surface. It was biological‚ cellular‚ written into every strand of my DNA by a force older and stronger than anything I could fight against.
And that need was destroying me from the inside out.
I leaned back against the edge of my desk and pressed her panties against my face one more time‚ dragging her scent deep into my lungs until my head spun and my c**k strained so painfully against my pants that I couldn't think straight.
My free hand moved on its own.
I didn't decide to unbuckle my belt. I didn't make a conscious choice to unzip my pants and push them down just far
