Blade’s P.O.V.
I rolled out of bed that morning with a restlessness that only had one cure: seeing Meghan again. Being able to take in her scent. Needing to see the fire in her eyes, the way her hair playfully swayed as she would turn her head to look at me. The gorgeous curves of her ass right underneath the bow that would tie her apron together.
My mate...
I need my f*****g mate...
My wolf Onyx had been practically clawing at me since the crack of dawn, the beast’s single-minded desire like an itch I couldn’t scratch. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been trying here. No, I had been trying plenty. Meghan, on the other hand though? She had been a brick wall of resistance. Trying her damnest to push me away as far as she possibly could. And at this point, it was driving both me and my wolf ins
