He wanted to give chase - all wolves did. And normally he would have, had she been any other she-wolf. Danica was nothing like them. She was so much more. The image of her body, bared and smelling of roses and her arousal, was burned into his mind. He hardened thinking about her. He could still feel the soft plumpness of her breasts against his hands, taste how eagerly her nipples had responded to him. Groaning, he shook his head and paced the room, trying to cool down. The fact it was warm in here due to the fire didn’t help. Striding toward the balcony, he opened the doors and strolled out into the crisp night air. He gripped the railing, inhaling deeply. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted toward him. Lucky Strikes. He didn’t need to look to know Nik was standing a few feet away. The two wolves stood in silence for a moment. “Looks like you two are going to get along just fine,” Nik said, the sound muffled because the cigarette was caught between his lips. Gage smirked. “I should have known you were watching, you dirty bastard.
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