Zephyrus’ POV
The icy wind howled past my ears as I ran across the snowy ground, hurtling past trees, negotiating boulders. Lena’s sweet scent drove me crazy and all I could think of was slamming my throbbing c*ck deep inside her. I wanted to knot her! Until now, I only indulged in casual s*x, having never felt the need to knot a female. It was a special urge a wolf felt for only his fated mate! The moon shone extra bright tonight as if the Goddess was mocking my predicament.
Strangely Zeus didn’t utter a word, as if sympathizing with my state.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, knowing I couldn’t return to the house tonight. Lena’s scent was everywhere, and it was driving me wild. I wanted to f*ck her, claim her until she was too sore to leave me.
“F*ck! I’m losing my s**t, Z
