7
Jackson
I wake up with my fangs dropped and Kylie’s scent in my nostrils. No wonder I dreamed about owning her hot little body the entire two hours I slept. I must have marked her in every position in my sleep. I shouldn’t feel rested, but the s****l frustration pumps me with energy.
Claim. Mate. Mark.
My wolf f*****g loves that she’s in my house. I force myself to get in the shower with the spray on ice cold so I won’t go hunt her.
It doesn’t help. I’m still ready to dominate her when I get out. Chase her up a rocky mountain, knock her to the ground, and sink my teeth so deep into her flesh, she’ll scream…
Yeah, and that would kill her. She’d be screaming, all right, and it wouldn’t be yes, Jackson.
I skip the suit and tie today, opting for a button-down and khakis. My employees
