Chapter 22

Never had his beast been this wound up, this demanding. Always before, he’d held the animal side of himself in check during sex. Never could he let his beast free for fear of the outcomes. What did that mean for this time? He shuddered at the thought. His control was hard pressed just talking to Donovan. Strip him down and mount up would more than test his iron will—it would break it.

Under other circumstances, he’d idly consider being around the guy now and again. Have a beer, watch a movie. Share a meal or two together. Casual friendship, nothing more. For he wasn’t willing to let it go further.

As long his hormones ruled his body, the best he could do was to keep Donovan at bay—for his own good. After all, he wasan animal. A beast. In and out of bed. Aggressive. Dominating. A loner. And a fucking monster during mating season. Something no one deserved to have to tolerate or deal with.