Derrick's POV
My hand was still around Nathan's neck, firm but not choking. My lips were rough and demanding, like all I wanted to do was consume him. I kissed him hungrily while he buried his fingers into my hair.
"I thought I was a distraction," Nathan whispered against my mouth, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.
"I do," I muttered. "Shut up."
Nathan smirked. "You really do like me distracting you." He licked my lips with his tongue.
I didn't answer. I just growled, deep in my chest with desire, and slammed him against the wall of the room. My hand behind his head.
He gasped, his back hitting hard wood. He moaned deeply. "You gonna keep manhandling me or actually do something?"
There it was again, that sass, that attitude. Everything about this man was setting my body on fire. I was needy. I desired this man like he was water and I'd been thirsty.
"Claim him," my wolf snarled in my mind. "Make him scream for you."
