Aaron’s POV
I’m panting in bed, one hand still wrapped around my c**k after my release. I came to the image of violet eyes, the thrill of an Omega refusing to submit, the memory of her jasmine scent.
Still, my wolf whimpers. The pleasure I find alone only relieves part of his pent-up energy. Running around in the woods helps, too, especially when Mae’s wolf joins us. But mostly he craves to touch her, to know she loves us.
So do I.
I would have gone to the side of Mae’s house to help calm my agitated wolf, but it has been pouring like you wouldn’t believe. The mess I just made in my hand was the best option when relegated indoors.
My wolf nudges me as I clean up in the bathroom, bringing my attention to the rain that has stopped, begging me to get outside. I sigh, not wanting my wol
