Sam gathers all my hair to the side to kiss my shoulder. I lean into him. A vague sense of pain comes from my wolf, but she pushes me away. I ignore it. Sam trails kisses up to my neck, under my ear, but never kisses where he marked me.
The hardness behind me keeps reminding me of its presence, so I rock my hips against Sam. My breathing is quick and lustful. Maybe too quick. I sense Sam smiling behind me as he drives me mad with attention. If only he would kiss my mark!
Instead of following my desire, Sam explores my body, opening me for him. Before I know it, I’m thrown over the edge of the shallow end as he f***s me. He grunts like a wild animal, like he has lost himself in our pleasure. His voice is odd. I want to turn to watch him, but my wolf’s pain slips through again. I’m so clo
