Running away from her, avoiding her ass, and forcing my gaze not to look at her wasn't f*****g helping.
She's everywhere I look. The dining. The hallway at home. She's behind me, eavesdropping on my calls. She's in the class where I'm supposed to teach how werewolves f**k each other. She's f*****g here, eavesdropping again.
I wasn't pissed. I was frustrated, right to my f*****g d**k. Going down on her that night in her room had been a huge tease on my part. I was trying to have fun, and also, to spite Rex too.
But right after I had my first taste of her, I knew I shouldn't have. It was the most intoxicating, and mind-ruining, but incredibly sweet juice I ever tasted.
And it ruined me. Going down on her felt like I shot myself in the leg because now there was no forgetting what she
