ZEPHYR
Of all the reckless, insane decisions I'd made in my one hundred and ten years, this had to be the worst.
Not challenging my uncle Zeb to a wolf fight at fifteen.
Not walking into a polar bear's cave in Svalbard, Norway, during the dead of winter, just to bring back its head and prove I was worthy of being Alpha one day.
No, none of that compared to this… choosing not to shag Lyla like I'd always wanted to, especially when I finally had the chance.
Choosing not to bury myself deep inside her, spilling my seed.
It was an opportunity I might not get again anytime soon, knowing how she was. I guaranteed she'd wake up the next morning, embarrassed and return to her cold, defiant self.
She'd looked so damn sexy on that table… legs spread, cheeks flushed, t**s exposed, begging me
