Chapter Ten

Hank was in a haze of sex and lust. Holy hell. Annabeth had gone into her heat almost immediately upon their arrival at the hotel.

Not ten minutes inside and the scent of her pheromones almost knocked him out with their intensity. But it was more than just a gut reaction. His bird wanted to protect her, to help her, to cherish her.

Thank fuck they were in the elevator. He’d been so preoccupied trying to find her pills to ease her pain, he hardly realized they’d picked up a passenger until the fucker had touched his sweet little Lioness.

Hank had almost lost his fucking mind when that creepy cheese peddler put his slimy hands on his woman.

Mine, screeched his Falcon.

Not for the first time since he’d met her, he readily agreed with the pesky bird of prey. The curvy goddess of a Lioness was a handful, but he had to admit, she was a delight. Smart as a whip, friendly, funny, and fierce when need be. She stirred his mind, and his passions, and she made him happy.