He growled. Loud. Sharp. The kind that made my n*****s pinch even harder and my breath catch in my throat.
Still, I didn’t stop as I pulled the shirt of my body.
“You’re still dressed,” I said, pouting again. “And that’s rude, Daddy. Because I’m right here, bare, soaked for you, and you’re just… waiting. Standing there like you’re not going to grab me and make me scream your name until the whole pack hears me.”
I stepped even closer this time, close enough for his fingers to brush my waist—but I danced out of reach again with a giggle.
“You want me to come here?” I whispered. “You want me to crawl to you on my knees and beg for your knot while you growl in my ear and tell me I’m yours?”
I paused.
My voice dropped to a soft, dirty whimper.
“Then come make me.”
I didn’t want soft.
