Nicholas sat behind his massive oak desk, the pre-dawn darkness pressing against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office like a living thing. The estate was silent at this hour....even the nocturnal creatures had retreated to their dens, leaving only the cursed and the restless to prowl the halls.
He was both.
His silver eyes stared unseeing at the stack of reports in front of him, documents that required his attention, decisions that needed to be made. Pack business. Territory disputes. Financial reports. All of it urgent.
None of it mattered.
Because his body was betraying him in the most infuriating way possible.
His cock was still hard.
Still throbbing.
Still aching with a need that made his jaw clench and his hands fist on the desk hard enough to make the wood creak.
