~Lucian~
Damn.
She looks so f*****g good when she’s mad.
Her fists are clenched like she’s ready to throw something, but her thighs? Shaking.
Too late, bunny.
I already know.
She’s soaking through that tiny pair of panties like her body’s begging to be claimed. And the more she fights it, the more her scent rises. It’s intoxicating. It’s filthy. It’s f*****g perfect.
“Ours,” my wolf snarled inside me, pacing like a beast in a cage. “She’s dripping for us. Let me out. I want to taste it from the source.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?” he growled. “She’s asking for it. Her eyes. Her throat. That slick between her thighs. She wants to be mounted. Here. Now. While they watch.”
He wasn’t wrong.
She did want it.
She just didn’t understand how badly yet.
That hoodie was a f*****g lie. She wor
