The beast hadn’t been himself since that last night.
He couldn’t shake the memory of her, especially when waking up with an erection, which he’d deal with in the shower; her twilight gray eyes haunted him, and her pleading voice, filled with pleasure, was a torment with every stroke of his c**k.
He closed his eyes, taking in how flush and hot her skin looked, how sultry and tempting her voice was when she cried out for him, and how it took all his self-control not to let his guard down and take her without remorse.
As an alpha of a wolf-shifter species, he’d had his share of females in his early years, but none had ever made him crave the very air he breathed; the scent on her skin was as intoxicating as a drug.
From the bounce of her full breasts to how much wetter her p***y had d
