REED
I was losing my fucking mind that was the only explanation for what was happening to me.
I sat in my room with the windows open to let in the cool night air and I tried to focus on anything other than the gnawing, desperate need eating me alive from the inside out.
My leg bounced, stopped, and started again. My fingers drummed against my thigh in restless patterns I couldn't control. Every thought circled back to him Asher Graham, and his scent that made my mouth water and my cock ache.
I'd been through ruts before, this wasn't my first one. I knew the signs, the increased aggression, the heightened senses, the primal need to claim and dominate and possess but this was different.
My wolf paced under my skin, a constant presence that made me want to tear out of my own body. He wanted us to find Asher, track him down, pin him against a wall and make him submit. Make him admit he was mine.
Mine.
