He pulled the device out of his pocket, and slowly pressed the receiving button.
“Yeah,” Dage said calming himself. All of his senses were going haywire. His breast scratched at his insides in frustration. It wanted to claim her in all ways possible. It was getting hard to resist his inner desires. And to make it worse he was getting mixed signals from her, and they were confusing the hell out of him.
But one thing he was sure of. It was going to be tough for him to keep his hands off of her. And his beast was not helping the way it kept railing at him.
“Got a call from Mafka. Is it true, man?” Dage heard Nkem’s gruff voice come through the speaker. Dage wondered when Nkem will start trusting Mafka. Maybe never.
“Yeah,” Dage said. He didn’t have to ask what the other man was talking
