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Human promises weren’t worth much, but it was as good as I was going to get unless I figured out another way. This show was known for increasing the drama when ratings dropped and I didn’t want any dumbshit producer thinking they could toss Aspen into the fray.

Still trying to contain my rage, I punched in the button for the top floor on the elevator. I couldn’t deal with anyone else right now. I only wanted her. The frustrating she-wolf who was burying herself under my skin.

A grin teased my lips, thinking about how she’d dominated that fight. She didn’t even hesitate, just walked right in and showed Cindy who was boss.

And now my cock was hard again.

I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the goddess that Fallon wasn’t in the suite and powered up my laptop in the bedroom.

The camera angle wasn’t the best. I’d need to get Ivan in there to change it sometime. Aspen was curled up in her bed, texting on her phone. I wished I could zoom in to see who she was chatting with. Not a lover. I’d already checked that out.

Though I had to wonder what Trenton was hinting at last night when he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.

My beast started growling.

It was best not to think of another unmated male when I was this worked up.

Aspen was probably texting her papa who the phone records showed the most interaction with.

My cock twitched again as my beast paced in my head. She was such a good girl, laying there in the fuzzy pajama pants that hugged her curvy ass and checking on her family. Her lips pursed in concentration as she read her messages. The messy sweep of her hair on top of her head exposed her slender neck that I was going to sink my teeth into someday when I made her mine.

Fuck.

I wasn’t sure if that thought was from me or my beast. But I ached with the primal need to take her. She was making me crazy.

I pictured her middle finger in the air.

And the way I wanted to turn her ass red until she screamed and begged for more.

Every inch of my body was shaking as I fisted my cock. I needed her pinned under me, tied up in my bed. She’d rebel and then she’d cave, once I finally earned her sweet submission.

This tease was delicious torture.

I thumbed the bead of precum around the head and pumped faster, picturing the slight little upturn of her nose as she tested my reactions. The way her mouth ran away with sarcasm as her body literally begged for my touch.

I couldn’t wait to fuck that mouth and see her big brown eyes looking up at me. The tension grew, radiating through my body, as I pumped even harder.

Aspen rolled on the bed, seeming to stare straight at the camera as her fingers dipped under her pajama pants, and I lost it. Ropes of cum spread over my stomach as my knot tried to grow in my hand. I squeezed it down almost painfully, denying myself the final pleasure of my orgasm.

Not yet.

I was saving that moment for the sweet little wolf who was chasing her own release.

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Aspen

Something was wrong with me.

The blankets were too hot and scratchy. I kicked off the covers and stared at the ceiling, hating this aching feeling in my gut. This wasn’t normal. I knew my heat was coming in a few weeks, but this felt different. Like I was hollowed out and empty and would never be comfortable again.

Last night I’d given into my baser instincts, hoping a quick orgasm would scratch the itch. But it was… unsatisfying to say the least.

I should have thought to bring my vibrator.

It didn’t help that the only way I’d been able to come was thinking of a certain frustrating Alpha with earthy brown eyes doing questionable things to me in the woods. I was blaming my wolf for the image of getting railed against the rough bark of a tree.

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