Chapter 105

It was like torture for Killian.

The moment he had left Brynn in that painting room, he wanted nothing but to go back, grab her into a hard kiss, and ferry that whole painting room with her.

He had only imagined pushing all the canvases from the table and laying her on top of the table. He walked into his room at a fast pace.

He had the He reached for the door to his room, opening it up as he walked into the room. He threw his wet and drenched shirt to the floor as he paced around.

He could still smell her vent around him, and this warm touch, like a feathered ghost touch of where her hands were on his chest, still tricked his skin. And Killian knew he was on the edge of insanity.

He wanted to kiss Brynn so badly that it hurt, and now he felt an ache in his head. He wondered if it was the heat of his wolf who rang because it felt like torture for a Lycan to be that far from his mate.

"Fuck, I need a bath,” he mutters as he peeled his clothes and walked into the shower, turning in the