Chapter One Hundred and Six
His fangs in her were what Owen wanted right now. He wanted them to be buried in her throat as she writhed on his c**k. Her breathy moans filling his office as he made her cry out for him. To have her hands clawing at his shirt, nails digging into his skin as she felt her life start to slip away.
Drake would be a problem. He’d have to take care of his mate to keep him from stopping him.
Owen’s hand on his shoulder grounded him, reminding him that he wasn’t the monster that his demon was telling him he was.
He looked over at Abby, taking in the downcast look on her face. How tempting she looked to him right now, how willing she was to offer her pretty little throat for him.
Fuck, he was going to need to be more careful around her after that offer.
Clearing
