Chapter 22: Under the Surface
Wyatt’s POV
It had been a week since Wyatt kicked Priscilla out. The full moon right around the corner. He couldn’t think about how used he felt. Degraded even. Which is hardly something someone on the receiving end of oral sex usually felt.
And to think no one had ever done that to him before. Sure, he had flings when he was younger, but the responsibilities of an alpha outweighed any physical needs he had. His heart squeezed painfully at the thought of her.
Such an intimate act sullied by the reality of Priscilla’s spitefulness. Reduced down to a favor like he was that type of man. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. Unfortunately, his wolf wouldn’t let him forget it.
The beast was starved of affection, wanting its human counterpart to grovel at Priscilla’s feet like she was deserving of it. She wasn’t. He was made sick of trying to get into her good graces. Completely over it.