Chapter 95

• *Dante*
• Her pupils dilated at my words and her nipples peaked at the promise of more pleasure. The scent of her arousal amplified as we steadily got sucked into another swirl of passion. It was fourteen days since her wolf had made a reappearance. I had almost completely forgotten she would be going into heat. Almost. The scent of her arousal had woken me up from sleep. It had hung thick in the air - like it did now - intoxicating and impossible to ignore. My senses had sharpened instantly, the wolf stirring with restless energy and clawing at the edges of my control. I'd climbed down from the bed and gripped my reading table tightly, trying to reign in control of my emotions.
• I stared at the desktop on the table, running my gaze over the blank screen. I'd disabled the cameras in Isabel's room long ago, and she knew it too. Suddenly I wished I hadn't. I wished I knew what position she was in, what she was doing. I dropped my gaze down, staring at my cock as it grew right in front of me, the head pressing against the zip of my pants. I tried to fight the bond, tried to fight the insane arousal that consumed me, knowing that if I took a step out of the room, it would be a different ball game all together. I tried counting down from ten, but a memory of the feel of my fingers in her pussy shot through my mind, and I marched out of the room l before I ever made it to seven.