Ollie’s POV
He doesn’t seem to notice, too concentrated on his work.
When he’s finished, he steps back, admiring what he’s done.
I glance down and read what he wrote.
I’m Wolfless.
I want to be angry, but my breath remains rapid, my body still reacting to the touch.
I’m embarrassed by my body’s own reaction, yet I’m unable to stop myself from feeling it. The way that marker pressed over my n****e as a lover’s caress might have still sent pleasant tingling shivers down my spine.
I’ve never had anyone else touch me there, and though it had been through the marker, it was still Wes controlling it. Caressing me, if only for a single sweeping moment and motion.
Wesley. One of my mates.
“We desire him,” Scarlet says, echoing my own thoughts.
We do, but at the same time, “We can’t. You’
