Chapter Twenty-Two

JAREK

“Annalise is mine!” Xillon seethes through gritted teeth as he slams his fist into a wall, creating a massive hole. His eyes glow dark gold, showing Xaviers anger. Xillon claws at his clothes, ripping them to shreds and I know he’s moments from shifting.

“Xavier, stand down, damn it! I can’t do anything to protect or defend Annalise or myself right now! Xillon, get control over your wolf!”

“Annalise, baby, I’m so sorry for this,” I whisper, and pepper her face with kisses.

Male shifters are taught it takes a knot ten minutes, sometimes more, to go down. Annalise’s cunt keeps contracting, which keeps my knot engorged and my seed continues to flow. I hope this condom does its job, or she and I are screwed, because damn, I could fill a glass with the amount of fluids flowing inside this damn thing.

Xillon shakes his head, growls, and pins me with his grey eyes. “Please tell me you used a condom and didn’t mark her. Or by god, I’ll kill you. She chose me, yet you slither your mangy