NYX POV
I sat in Ian's room, wearing only my underwear and pajamas, my skin glowing in the soft light of the bedside lamp. I had been waiting for him for hours now.
I knew he would be here at any minute because I could feel it the moment he stepped into the pack house. I needed him now, the way he was treating Emma was getting out of hand and I needed to have him to myself very fast.
Ian walked into the room, and the moment he saw me he turned his back on me, his broad shoulders tense.
"Why are you in my room, Nyx?" he asked, I didn't miss the irritation clearly in his voice, he is always like this to me but here he is treating that bitch so well.
I stood up, my movements slow, I walked towards him, my bare feet making barely a sound on the carpet.
As I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his.
"Ian," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "I have missed you."
