What the hell was I supposed to do with that?
He wasn’t even touching me, but my n*****s were already hard, my panties were disgusting, and my thighs were clenched like I was trying to hold something in. And the worst part? I didn’t even want to stop it. I wanted to spread my legs and say take me, daddy wolf, like a complete f*****g i***t.
“He doesn’t just want to touch you,” he said, stepping closer until I felt the heat of his body sink into mine like a second skin. “He wants to take you. Claim you. Bite you so hard you scream my name with blood in your mouth.”
I should’ve run. I should’ve slapped him. I should’ve said f**k no, but instead, I just stood there like a stupid wet mess with my lips parted and my brain fried and my thighs actually shaking.
“f**k,” he growled, and my p***y
