MADDOX's POV
The door closed behind us with a loud thud, the sound reverberating the quiet corridor.
My jaws ticked, my dick still twitching in my pants as the sweet, intoxicating smell of Vivienne's arousal slipped off the door and straight to my nostril.
I knew my brothers smelled it too.
Their steps quickened as they walked ahead of me, their heavy boots echoing against the cold floor of the corridor.
We split at an intersection without a word, each of us retreating toward our own private quarters.
The pack house was dead quiet at this hour of the night, except for the low whistle of the night wind against the high arched windows.
I stepped into my room, kicked the door shut with the heel of my boot, and threw my leather coat across the wooden washstand.
The silence alongside my own arousal hit me like a freight train as the door closed shut behind me.
My skin was still burning.
My hands felt raw, heavy, and stained with the memory of her flesh.
