Nathan
I hated to admit it — I would never admit it, honestly — but hearing that Olivia had intimate moments with herself, moments in which she… pleasured herself, made me oddly jealous.
To a lot of men, hearing something like that would likely just make them aroused. But in a strange, inexplicable way, it made me angry. It made me angry because I wanted to be the one to make her feel good, and I could never be that person.
But at the same time, something about hearing that meager confession slip from her lips made my wolf awaken within me. I wanted to hear more. I wanted more details, more visuals… If I could never have her in the flesh, then I at least wanted her in my mind.
My wolf was riled up, and my weak grasp on control rapidly slipped away.
“So,” I said, breaking the awkward s
