Consumed by Desire.
I barely made it to the pack house when a familiar scent hit me hard.
Janice.
My mate.
Before I could even question what I was supposed to be doing, she cut off my thoughts completely—grabbing me by the front of my shirt, pulling me in for a deep, claiming kiss.
Fuck.
Her lips were still swollen, still sore from the last time I took her, but she kissed me like she wanted to be ruined all over again.
I groaned into her mouth, letting my hands roam down to grip her ass, pulling her flush against me—the heat of her body burning right through my clothes.
Everything else faded.
The urgency of my mission, the lingering tension in my bones—all of it disappeared beneath the only thing that ever truly mattered.
Her.
Janice clung to me, her fingers digging into my thig
