“I do not mean anything I say when you are touching me like this! My whole brain turns into alphabet soup, Connor, I am not even responsible for my own vocabulary right now. This is your fault. Everything coming out of my mouth is your fault.”
He was not listening. Of course he wasn’t. His fingers were already circling my n*****s again, slow and gentle but with just enough pressure to make my back arch helplessly out of the water like I was on a string he was pulling.
My legs were shaking under the surface, my breath was coming fast and uneven, and my wolf was throwing herself at the inside of my head like she was demanding I shut up and beg him to finish this already.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my head falling back again because I had officially lost every battle with my own body. “I hate
