Alpha Jax
P, Jax.
I know full well that Quinn’s off limits, but my wolf has other ideas. As soon as I focus my gaze on her, he’s perking up, taking notice as my dick twitches to life in my gym shorts. She must’ve tossed off her t-shirt at some point during practice- she’s just in leggings and a sports bra, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her suntanned skin. My eyes are drawn to her bare midriff, the black ink on her ribcage- a phoenix tattoo that I distinctly remember licking. I swallow hard, my heart rate rising.