Zane POV
It was a struggle between my wolf and me. As we walked away from the door, he was growling and shouting. His mate was in danger, and he had to get in there. I ignored him, thinking he just wanted to stay with his mate for longer and any time away from his mate meant she was in danger. I went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed some nibbles, a jar of coffee for my room, and some more water for the fridge. I have my own little mini kitchen, but my stocks were getting low and, for some reason, the cleaning staff had not refilled them.
Back in my room, I started what I hoped would be a long hot shower, and thoughts of my mate drifted into my mind. Her long-toned legs and plumb breasts, lips calling me to kiss them, eyes drawing me in, her hair soft and wavy and, dam. Now I am hard
