CHAPTER FIVE
Rowe wanted this tempting witch in his bed. He was determined to have her. She was doing something to him, making her scent more intense, and it spiked his l**t every time. He wanted to breathe her in until there was nothing but her scent, and he wanted to find a way to mark her so everyone knew she belonged to him.
What the f**k?
Rowe shook his head and tried to rattle the thought free. It was one thing to want to f**k. That was normal. Natural. But what was this bullshit about marking? He didn't need the prickly witch to belong to him.
She’s mine.
The thought whispered through his head, a temptation almost too hard to resist. Almost. Rowe didn't need weird thoughts like that jerking him around. If he wasn't careful, he was going to start acting like Owen or Andre.
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