Priscilla’s POV

The events of earlier tonight kept playing over and over in my head. The feeling of Wyatt’s lips pressed fervently against mine. Soft and perfect. If it wasn’t for the excitement of his pack, I would’ve asked him to fuck me against the side of the house.

Well, not ask.

I’ve never been much for asking.

I could still feel how good he felt. The heat of his desire digging into my stomach made my mouth positively water. My skin hummed, that ...