Tyson's POV:
The moment she stepped into the kitchen dressed like that, I knew tonight was going to be hell.
We had already discussed this—set clear boundaries. We needed to be careful, to keep our animalistic instincts in check. If we let them take over, if we lost even an ounce of control, there was no telling what would happen.
Being near her was already a struggle. She was the most intoxicating, mouthwatering creature to ever walk the earth, and the fact that she had no idea just how much she affected me only made it worse. Rex, my wolf, was relentless, growling and pacing in my mind, demanding that I take what was ours.
Just mate her already, he snarled, his voice thick with primal need. She’ll be happy when it’s done. She wants it. You’re just making this harder than it needs to
