The sharp ring of my phone couldn't have come at a worse time.
Seraphina was pressed against me, her body warm and pliant, her lips hovering dangerously close to my ear. Her words still echoed in my mind—"I want you to be my Daddy tonight"—sending a jolt of heat straight through me. My wolf was clawing at my restraint, urging me to claim her, to take what she was so willingly offering.
But even through the fog of desire, I knew better. She was intoxicated, possibly drugged. Taking advantage of her in this state would make me no better than that piece of shit Harrison Powell.
I reluctantly reached for my phone, grateful for the interruption despite my body's protests. My jaw clenched when I saw the caller ID.
Mother.
Perfect timing, as always.
"What is it?" I answered, my voice harsher than intended.
