Malia
“f**k Lia,” Ty moaned as he pressed me harder against the tree. His head fell to the side, giving me better access as I desperately clung to him. Pleasure rushed through me with the taste of Ty’s blood on my tongue. Ty’s hands gripped my hips, pulling my closer as he shrugged the loose shirt off his arms. His hands moved back to his pants and in a second his jeans were on the ground, my underwear tugged to the side and another wave of pleasure washed over me as he thrust in hard.
“Ty,” I gasped released my hold from his neck. Tilting my head back, I knotted my hands in his hair already feeling unable to contain myself. I looked back down to see the two puncture wounds I had left on his neck, and as if on instinct I ran my tongue over them. The howling echoed over and over again
