Zach POV

Ares is no longer ill from the 'evil potion' in the wine.

I can feel his strength and passion. As much as I feel the other guy's. Every inch of my body and psyche feels well again.

Yet I can't help wondering whether the potion still influences the emotions surging through me.

Madison had insisted that I claim her. Which means whatever I swallowed contained some sort of an aphrodisiac. That would explain why I'm losing myself in this female beneath me.

Because I've had plenty sëx̌ in my life. There's no way a she-wolf could feel this good.

My fingers glide into her core, stroking as she...