**Dominic POV**
“f**k,” I curse under my breath, loosening my hold on the arm of my office chair. Not that it does much good. I snapped the thing clear off while staring at my mate and imagining all the dirty, decadent things I want to do to her body.
The mating moon is tonight and I’ve been feeling the effects since I woke up panting Lyra’s name, my d**k nearly exploding from the intense dream I was having. It only became worse as the day wore on.
Blood rushes through my veins, my heart pumping erratically as I try to control my breathing. Lyra looks over at me, quirking up an eyebrow before a slow grin spreads across her face. She knows what she’s doing to me, the little minx.
She licks her lips and I growl, gripping my solid oak desk until it starts cracking under the pressure.
“Ca
