Only when they reached the end of the hallway did it finally strike Axel where Ivan was leading them... the washroom!? Of all places, this was where Ivan had dragged him?!
Confusion rattled through him, but his thoughts were hazy, slipping away too quickly to hold on.
If they had wanted somewhere quiet, there had been dozens of better options... another corner of the restaurant, outside, anywhere but this. Why the washroom? The question clawed at his mind, but the haze of heat flooding his veins smothered it just as fast.
He was already dizzy, the world spinning around him. The heat was spreading thick through his body, burning through his wolf system until it became impossible to think clearly.
Resistance was a word his body no longer recognized. Even the secret he had guarded with such determination seemed to vanish. In this moment, the only thing that existed was Ivan, the pull of his scent, the roughness of his grip, the hunger pouring out of him like fire.
