Chapter 16. What My Wolf Wants

Marcel POV

I ran around the mountain twice. Ducking under trees and leaping over rocks. It was the workout I needed to relieve myself. I was seconds away from diving into the lake in the forest. It was the same lake that ran to the cabin Paris lived in. I would have gone in to cool off but my wolf hated water.

I shifted back to human form and walked back to the pack house. My clothes shredded when I shifted. I walked back buck naked and sweaty. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. The run didn’t work. I was still hard and my wolf was giving me shit.

I could shift again and run to the isolated cabin. I could break down the door and find Paris sound asleep in her bed. I would finally put my need to taste her to bed.

“This is all your fucking fault,” I told my wolf.

It was me who drove to the Barn and offered to take her home.

I leaned in and kissed her. I recalled her shock but she quickly got over it and kissed me back. Her tender lips wer