Masked attitude.

“Please…” The girl cried out. “Please…”

He persisted, not laying any attention to her. It wasn’t until he finished inside her with a grunt and finally removed his manhood from her throbbing quim that he regarded her.

Ethan’s green eyes roved around the naked girl’s body.

She was still so delightfully tied up for his pleasure, all for him. But what pleased him even more were the bruises that were littered all over her pale skin. She looked debauched and it was all because of him.

The girl groaned in pain, half-conscious.

He was done with her, anyway, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“So fucking dramatic.” He muttered before walking into the bathrooms. He really needed a shower to wash the scent of the human off of him.

By the time he was done, he felt like a whole new man, and his hunger was sated just a little bit. Just a little, he thought.

But it wasn’t enough.

William’s face came to mind, and he dressed up, his muscles tensed, and his wolf begging to come out. He wished he could beat