DYLAN'S POVI could smell her in the air. She was no mate but her arousal was enough to make me lick my lips. I could blame it on the fact that I haven’t touched a woman in years but that would be denying the sweet fragrance of her pussy.“Emy-”“Please,” she begged and her voice broke like she could cry- if she wasn’t already doing that.Why was she suddenly so needy? She had never acted this way before.I sat up, pulling my hand from her grip. I tried to turn her around but she refused to look at me. She was obviously sulking. “What’s wrong, Emy? Did something happen?”It was torture trying to ignore her scent. The things I had to go through not to step on Thorn’s rules had never been this difficult and tempting. I was always in control. Why did she have to smell so good? I could just gobble her up if care wasn’t taken.“No,” she sniffed, clinging onto herself to solve whatever was going on with her.“Tell me so I can fix it, Emy. I’ll make it disappear, I swear,” I hoped she would
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