“You want them to scent us?” Danni repeated back slowly even as her beautiful eyes shifted red and focused on his hand, which was currently stroking the hard-on he’d been fighting all day since he’d scented her hormones begin to shift this morning.
It had taken everything he’d had to keep his hands off her this morning when all he wanted to do was to bend her over and fuck her every time he caught so much as a hint of her scent. Christ, he’d thought she’d smelled good before, but now that everything was in working order and her body had finally regulated itself to Christofer’s blood, she smelled fucking amazing.
She was driving him out of his fucking mind and she had no idea. None whatsoever. All day she’d acted like nothing was wrong, like every smile that she gave him, every time she touched him or sat on his lap wasn’t fucking torture. He wanted her so badly that he’d spent most of the day trying to avoid her, taking cold showers and struggling against the urge to pull his cock out and stroke it until some of the pressure went away.
The power she had over him was fucking terrifying, but this…