Warrick.
Little wolf's eyes locked with mine while Heath held her; the look on his face was different than the rest.
He wanted her, just as we all did.
But I knew my little brother, he'd waited for her his entire life. Unlike Seb and I, we'd indulged in anything that presented itself, not shying away from our primal urges or denying the need for release.
Even if that release was picturing Ariella under us every time. That it was her screams and scent that filled our rooms and our nostrils.
We'd even shared women with the same fantasy of who we were f*****g.
It was always Ariella.
Her scent had plagued me from the day I smelt it on Jackson on my fifteenth birthday. The present he'd gotten me was wrapped in pink ribbon, and the handwriting, was nowhere near his chicken scratch;
