Isaac’s POV
I literally had to tear myself away from Raelyn because if I didn’t I don’t think I’d have been able to restrain myself. Those sweet little moans she made against my lips had my already aching c**k straining against my zipper.
I knew I had to get away from her but I couldn’t force my body to comply until I at least got her to agree to see me again.
I walk down the corridor, trying to discreetly rearrange myself to make my situation a little less obvious to everyone else in the pack house.
I hurry up the stairs to my room, unlocking the door before belatedly remembering that I’ve left my half of my mother’s leftovers on Raelyn’s coffee table.
I can’t risk heading back down to get them, so I just leave them there, I’m sure Raelyn will enjoy them.
Shutting the door behind me
