Alpha Damien Blackthorn slammed his fist on the heavy oak desk, the wood cracking slightly under the force of his raw power. Three days. It had been three f*****g days since that brazen little she-wolf had pressed her voluptuous body against his back, kissed him like a desperate w***e in heat, and let him finger-f**k her tight, dripping cunt until she came all over his hand. And still, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her jasmine-and-lavender scent clung to him like a drug. The memory of her heavy, full breasts molding against him, her stiff n*****s dragging across his shirt, and the way her slick p***y had clenched and gushed around his thick fingers made his c**k throb painfully against the confines of his pants.
"f**k," he growled, leaning back in his chair. His massive erection st
