Ryker snarled as he rose from the bed, he was exhausted. Last night when the full moon came out, the house was covered in Brielle's scent.
He has gone to the den, surrounding himself with countless ladies but somehow, her scent has managed to make it to the den and fill up the room.
It almost drove his wolf insane, all he could scent was her arousal and he wanted nothing more than to suck her dry and fuck her until she was pleading for mercy.
He snarled as he entered the restroom, shutting his eyes tightly as he tried to push away her innocent eyes from his head.
He ended up sending out all his sluts last night, going for a long run in the woods and hunting until the early hours of the morning.
He had never done anything like this, no wolf had ever tormented his head as much as Brielle did last night and he felt like a fool, wondering why his always strong wolf was turning weak.
