DERRICK POV
*trigger warning - esplicit s****l content*
The night air of Fangar was… quiet. Too quiet. Not even a leaf stirred when we pulled up to the pack house, like the whole damn territory was holding its breath.
Dalton and I were pressed shoulder to shoulder in the back seat. His pulse thrummed steady, but hot, a low simmer of controlled tension. Mine? Mine was different. Raw. Primal. Obsessive.
I’d been wound tight since Silvermoon, but not because of the prisoners, or Simon’s questions, or Reyes and his rats. No. What had me coiled and restless was simpler, filthier—my c**k buried in Dalton’s ass while he rammed into Kai’s tight little p***y. That image had been burning through my skull for hours, and I was past the point of pretending I cared about anything else.
So when Simo
