THERON
The way things were going, Sienna was going to make me sick with a condition called blue balls. This past week had been a test of my poor sanity because that female would sleep, toss her blankets off, and by the time I noticed, she'd be lying in positions that, at least to me —maybe because I was dying to have her— were extremely sexual. She'd go shower and I'd hear the water hitting her skin, and I knew it was running down her body. Of course, I would end up imagining every drop sliding over her, and how amazing it would be to run my tongue along and dry her myself.
And earlier, I felt like punching Corbin. That bastard knew she'd been sleeping in my room, and even if there wasn't a scent of mating, I couldn't believe he didn't sense the lust I had for her. Each day, I felt more and more like a drooling mutt.
