Logan's POV
I'm going to kill Noah when he gets back.
Okay. Not actually kill him. I'll probably just bite him.
Yeah. That sounds right. Sink my teeth into that pretty neck of his and remind him exactly who he belongs to.
The thought alone makes my wolf claw at my chest, agitated and strung out. Fenrir is pacing now, his growl vibrating under my skin like he's trapped in a cage made of lust and waiting.
I groan around the soaked underwear in my mouth. Not just from the vibrating toy still latched to my cock—though, yeah, that's doing its part—but from the ache. The waiting. The cruel, perfect agony of being edged just long enough to make me wonder if I'll actually survive it.
