••• Hayden’s POV •••
It had been a few days since I last saw Lottie, and my mind kept replaying the heated sessions we had, which turned my limp dick in my pants rock-hard instantly.
Standing up, I strode to lock the door to my study before going back to my seat and unzipping my pants.
Fisting my cock, I began pumping fast, moaning out her name, imagining her intoxicating scent, how beautiful she looked as she rode me, and how good it felt to bury myself in her.
I finished fast all over my hand, and yet... I didn't feel satisfied.
Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me?
“It looks like we are in rut,” Rhett sighed as I reached for the tissue and began cleaning myself.
My heart skipped a beat. Rut? The Alpha he-wolves' state equivalent to she-wolves’ heat when they found their mates? It happened during the three years I was married to Lottie.
“We are always horny and have to jerk off, yet never feel satisfied,” he pointed out the obvious.