Chapter 132

I need a life. Or at least sex. Something to quell his ridiculous hard-on.

Wandering back to Kendrick, Joel's mind spun, and not because of their mission. A scent, her scent, clung to him. The touch of her skin when he'd grabbed her arm seared his hand.

Holy hell, the human's my mate. Or at least that was the most likely reason as to why his wolf took up howling in his head.

A mate. A human. A chubby human. A freakn' Amazon of a woman with the waviest blonde hair, the biggest, bright blue eyes, a perfect handful of tits, rounded hips, and a height that wouldn't give him a damned crick in his neck. God, imagining those thick thighs of hers wrapped around him, squeezing ?