His intention had been to pass out on the couch in the downstairs office. The Tanner female’s intrusion on his night of drinking killed his plans. The buzz he’d developed had morphed into a compulsion he couldn’t explain. Every instinct within him demanded he hunt down the female. He just wasn’t sure what drove him—physical needs or something more. It was the latter which left him prowling the streets of the humans’ town while he sorted out his thoughts. He’d been dealing with his instincts ever since he matured a couple of months ago. Every time he crossed paths with an eligible female, the same scenarios—wondering if she’d be a fitting mate or if genetics would gift them with strong offspring—had dominated his mind. The only difference was that as soon as he got away from whichever woman had caught his eye, the urge to claim her as his mate passed. But the Tanner female? He could not stop thinking about her.
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