Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 71

Two kisses.

Two moments of weakness.

Jax paced his living room, running a hand across his face, trying to clear his thoughts, but all he kept seeing was lily. All he felt in his arms was lily. He couldn’t stop thinking about her all the damn time. That’s what filled up his mind. He couldn’t get her out of his mind event if he tried he was so tired of fighting it. Fighting the thoughts and the feelings he felt whenever she was around. His c**k was hard as f*****g rock. Pre-c*m leaked out the tip. He was hard as always whenever he was around her she just didn’t notice because she wasn’t looking. She is so innocent that she does not know what her scent does to his wolf. It drives his wolf stir crazy and even she smiles it at him it makes his wolf purr. The stubborn, hard as nails wolf that has killed more men than should be considered sane purrs whenever he is around her.

She might not feel her wolf that’s why she doesn’t know but he feels like there is more to them than purr lust and the burning need to sate their lust together. There is more to them than just lustful desires and the need to ride themselves into the night till they feel nothing but endless pleasure and the merge between their souls.

The urge to mate with her was growing stronger and stronger by the day. He has not told anyone not even his best friend because it is impossible to want to mate her when she hasn’t even felt the pull... what are the odds that she is really his mate or is this a fluke or it is just lust speaking. But then.... what she does to his wolf is only what mates do to each other. He needs answers but for the main time he is so done running and the next time she flashes those her pretty eyes and whines at him he is going to have on her back so fast that the only thing she would have time to do is moan.

He needed her. The desire to feel her p***y wrapped around his d**k was unimaginable.

He tightened his hands into fists, trying to think of anything and everything. At first, he imagined sheep just walking across a fence, attempting to count them. That didn’t distract him. This wasn’t good.