Nevara
I lay there panting, skin flushed and glistening, every inch of my stomach, breasts, and neck painted with thick, warm ropes of Thoren’s c*m. The sight of it—his claim on me, still hot and slick against my skin—sent another lazy wave of satisfaction rolling through my body. I felt wrecked in the best possible way, my thighs still trembling from the three orgasms he’d pulled from me with nothing but his filthy words, his Lycan tongue, and the sight of him stroking that massive c**k for me.
Thoren shifted fully back to human form above me, his golden eyes melting into that deep, familiar brown I loved so much. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting like me and like us. “Stay right there, love,” he murmured against my lips, voice still rough from everything we’d just do
