Chapter 21
The room reeked with pheromones, filled with heavy breathing and low growls.
Rowen had his face buried at the crook of Alycia's neck, sniffing aggressively like it was his last lifeline.
"Mine! " He growled repeatedly, his fingers digging at her waist as he clung to her, drawing her closer to him.
He could feel his beast at the surface, clawing and fighting to gain control, while he tried to be calm.
"L...let go of me!" Alycia whimpered, her voice firm, but it sounded more like a moan.
Rowen could tell she was trying so hard to fight it, but there was only so much she could do.
His mind was a mess. He didn't want to think. His beast was prancing, and deep down he was f*****g elated.
He pulled away to stare into her eyes, which mirrored his, swimming in lust and desire.
