POV Cole
We have been walking, in silence since we left our mate naked and bound to the bed. The images play on repeat, my mouth waters as I remember the scent of her arousal. It took everything in me to not mark and mate right then. As much as I want to deny it, I am falling for her.
I mentally curse the mate bond, the pull is becoming harder to resist, the only thing holding me back is that she is a werewolf. She is the one thing that I am supposed to hate most in this world.
Derrick is feeling the same way, I remember the way he was looking at her. He was ready to pounce and claim her. I want to figure out if she is the enemy first, plus I can't help but have fun with her. I liked seeing her restrained and ready for me.
A phone ringing breaks me from my thoughts as I liste
