Evelyn
Alexander stands suddenly, and I deflate at the sudden absence of his hand and mouth on my p***y. Clearly, he’s not done though because in the blink of an eye his evening suit is spread on the floor in a wrinkly mess. He stands naked in front of me, those bronze muscles pulled taut in desire, and my wolf drooling as greedily at him now as she did the night I massaged him in the bath.
I follow his lead until I’m naked, too.
His purple eyes rake me over slowly, too slowly, making me wish his gaze was his hands. He whines like he can hardly restrain himself, then he leaps for me, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed.
He growls into my neck, his stiff c**k rubbing along the inside of my thigh. He tosses me on the bed, bowing to lick from
