25. Ayr

“What the fuck?” I snapped, flinging the covers back with whiplash speed. In the dark of the room I could just make out Elle’s curves.

With my cock standing to full attention I looked down the length of the bed in horror. Her dazzling amber eyes and smirking red lips were all I could see. It would be cruel to point out the way she had positioned herself, my dick obscured the bump in her nose. Almost perfection. But nowhere near.

For a painful second, my entire body lunged in furious desire. It was so fucking close to being her. In the dark of night, a swirl of shadows and illusion, there are only the tiniest percentages between them.

But I know. I don’t need my wolf to tell me this shit will never happen.

“MOVE!” I yell as her sigh of frustration brushes against my groin again. I’m not entertaining this for a second longer. "Get the fuck off me!"

I’m physically recoiling, dragging my pants back up and standing from the bed in less than a second.

Elle crawls up the mattress and lies