Tyler POV
Wright House
Electric shocks of pleasure kept shooting through me as I led the way to the kitchen.
My boxer briefs kept rubbing against my c**k -still sensitive from Rachel's surprising attention- making me hyperaware of every step I took. I felt every inch of my skin to the point even my tee rubbing against the small, flat disks of my n*****s was an erotic feast for my senses.
Lucky for both of us, my hunger for actual food outweighed my hunger for Rachel's flesh though my wolf certainly wasn't pleased with my decision.
I had the feeling if Wynd had his way, Rayne, and by extension Rachel, wouldn't leave our bed until time to birth our child. His lust had always driven me more than my own.
I wondered if my appetite for Rachel would increase now we had started our life a
