Chapter 21

Aamon When I saw Haven's state in the hallway, my blood instantly turned murderous. I couldn't stop myself from wanting to see her or touch her. Then it came down to feeling the strong need to protect her, at the sight of anyone bullying her, my wolf growled to reap their throats out. There was doubt, Haven was my mate. Watching her has become my addiction. It's in the way her cheeks flush pink when I say something crude, the way her tempting lips slightly part when she's at a loss of words. How her pretty eyes narrow at me from behind those thick frames when I annoy the shit out of her, or the way they widen when i touch her. Not forgetting the goosebumps that erupt all over her skin when at a mere touch. Then I kissed her. Fuck I don't want to stop kissing her, I want to do it over and over again until we are both spent and there's nothing left of us. My wolf craves for her, he wants to reap her apart layer by layer and take her, I want to feel her, pleasure her and own her in ways n