Sean’s P.O.V
I swear, I’ll never say it out loud…ever in my life. I couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or bad – but I was ready jump Zeus. He just looked so – dare I say it – delicious. It was literally killing me on the inside. My wolf was restless and I could think straight when the wind happened to blow his scent right into my freaking face! Every single time that happened my wolf would claw at the surface of my control, trying to take the lead and shove Zeus into something and just take him…mark him… make him mine.
I groaned at my thoughts and shook my head to try and clear the crystal clear images that my overactive mind was playing in my head. Him on the bed… him on the couch… him in the kitchen…him in midair. What’s a wolf supposed to do?
When did I start calling him Zeus an
