Quinn
My eyes traced the wood grain pattern that was part of the paneling in my office bedroom. Maybe it was time to redecorate?
The bedroom was a tiny space, stolen from the original oversized office. I built the room after growing tired of waking on the couch with a crick in my back. Even though I only rented one floor back then, I knew I’d fill the entire building one day.
The smell of my mate and our coupling emanated from the soft sheets that were pressed against my cheek. It was weird being able to feel my body but not be able to move it. Like I was made of a giant bag of Jell-O and not a body with limbs. By rights, I ought to be livid. My wolf had been beside himself so much that I’d had to cage him inside my mind. I felt his rage as his claws scraped at my mental barriers. He wa
