Chapter 11: Don't tell me you're not frisky

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Mason’s POV: Jaxon: You better get her home in one piece. Jaxon: Do not speed and be responsible. Tyson: Just try not to f**k up After much debate, I finally got her all to myself. It took a full fifteen minutes of negotiation, but eventually, the others relented and allowed me to drive her home. By the Goddess, the things I wanted to do to her weren’t even funny. My wolf, Ajax, wasn’t helping matters either. “Here,” I said, handing her the AUX cord as I started the car. “Put some music on.” She c****d a brow at me, a small, mischievous smirk forming on her lips. That brow raise was going to be the death of me. She really needed to stop doing that if she didn’t want me to lose control. Mate wants you to lose control, Ajax’s voice growled in my head, loud and clear. Remember her fing

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