My wolf is losing her mind in my head. Pacing. Howling. Clawing at the walls of my skull like she’s trying to rip her way out and jump on him herself.
(Yes yes yes—take him—claim him—let him knot us even if he can’t—f**k the rules—f**k the moon—f**k everything but this c**k—)
I arch my back harder. Push back against him. Whimper into the pillow because his tip is right there, nudging at my entrance but not pushing in yet. Teasing. Always f*****g teasing.
“Caleb..”
“Please—stop playing—I need it—I need you—f**k me already..”
He moans again.
“f**k—Luna—you’re so wet—look at you—dripping down your thighs—begging for it..”
His hands slide up my back. Then back down to spread me wider. Thumbs pulling my cheeks apart so he can see everything. I feel the air hit me there and I whine loude
