Julian was vaguely aware of his Gamma, Kyle, rambling on and on about the latest financial report of the royal pack. But his mind was elsewhere, lingering on what happened the previous night with Lyra.
He could remember her scent, how she tasted…and it was causing a stir in his loins. It had been so many hours since then, but he could swear he could still taste her on his tongue.
Why on earth was he still thinking about it? She was nothing special. He had had his share of sweet, great p***y before. Better than that of a whoring Omega…
“Wonder if that’s because she is your mate,” his wolf Yuri said sarcastically. “Just be true to yourself, you want to devour her.”
Julian ground his teeth together and said nothing. It did not matter whether she was his mate or not. Fine. He could not den
