Michael wondered if his own lust on/off switch had been broken.
Were Jack and that wolf able to tell just how crazy Michael had become?
His body literally itched to feel Jack inside him and he couldn't seem to do anything to change that. Thrills shot up his spine every time he heard Jack's voice, met Jack's gaze, smelled Jack's scent.
When exactly had Michael become so adept at smelling scents anyway? It was definitely driving him nuts.
He swore he could even see better in the nighttime than he ever used to. Edgar had been answering his questions on everything werewolf, just as he had been answering on anything human, but Michael hadn't quite managed to ask the giant if the more ... liquids... you share with a werewolf, the more of a werewolf you became yourself.
Because after last
