The word came out like a curse, like an expression of frustration more than arousal. Because this wasn’t what he wanted. Stroking himself off in his office like some teenage boy who couldn’t control his own body wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was her. What he wanted was to bury himself inside her until he forgets why they’d agreed to maintain distance. What he wanted was to mark her and bind her and make it so she could never question their ownership again.
But he couldn’t do that.
Not while she was healing.
Not while her mind was still fragile and her body was still recovering from what they’d done.
So instead, he stroked himself like a man possessed, chasing a release that would be momentary and unsatisfying and wouldn’t solve anything.
He was close now. His cock was pulsing in his hand. His entire body was coiled tight. His release was coming.....
The pressure built to a breaking point and then....
Nicholas came.
Hard. Intense. Weeks of frustration pouring out of him in thick ropes of cum that spilled across his stomach and onto his desk. The relief was physical but not emotional. His cock was still hard. His balls still ached. His wolf was still demanding.
He looked down at his still-rigid cock with something like disgust.
Even after coming, he was still hard. The release had done almost nothing. Within seconds, the need was rebuilding. Within a minute, he was almost as hard as before.
Nicholas pressed his forehead against the back of the chair and understood, with crystal clarity, that they had a problem.
He couldn’t sustain this.
None of them could.
The need for her was building to critical mass, and every day she recovered was a day closer to someone breaking completely. To someone going to her room and taking what their wolves demanded, consequences be damned.
Nicholas cleaned himself up and returned to his desk, but he didn’t return to work.
Instead, he stared at the calendar and made a calculation that he’d been avoiding.
Three days since she woke up.
If she continued to heal at this rate, she would be strong enough within a week. Maybe ten days at most. She would be healed enough to be returned to Shadowmere. Whole enough to go back to her pack without risk of permanent damage.
Ten days.
Maybe less.
Ten days until they had to let her go. Ten days until the contract ended and they had to honor their agreement to return her. Ten days until his wolves would have to accept that she was being taken away and they couldn’t stop it.
Nicholas pressed his forehead against the back of the chair and understood that the countdown had begun.


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