My feisty little mate is testing my sanity. She’s been getting under my skin from the instant I saw her flaming eyes and felt them scorching my soul. Maverick deserves a reward for not claiming our mate prematurely. This night has been filled with triggers that tempted to push us over our limits.
Starting off with Cyrus who reeks from his devotion and familiarity with my mate. He has no idea how many times his offensive odor almost ended his life. I felt like a million dollars leaving the scent of her arousal, lingering there on his car. My Wildfire stripped that pride away when she reduced our bond to a mere physical response. Finding out that Cyrus instigated this manipulative notion into my mate’s head turn
