No More Draven's Help

Meredith.

A minute later, it felt like a million ants were crawling all over my body.

I wasn't myself. I had never been since my pheromones kicked off tonight.

And it wasn't helping matters that I was sitting next to an able-bodied man with the looks and the height, exuding male pheromones.

His scent was so thick in the air that my body couldn't help reacting to it.

I couldn't hide my desires. Not with the warm liquid pooling between my legs and the ache that followed.

Within a few seconds, I was so uncomfortable that I was literally squirming in my seat and rubbing my thighs together.

"Mmmm..." I swallowed a moan and adjusted my sitting position. Then I felt Draven's gaze on me and met it.

Next, I want he'd him dip his head backward and swallow the remaining content of his glass before setting it on the table.

Then he stood to his feet.