Rory
His eyes were hooded and glazed over with lust and need. His jaw was clenched as were his fists by his side as if he was physically restraining himself from coming to me. Holding himself back from what he really wanted. Every inch of his hard body was coiled and wound tight. The ridges of his stomach glistened with the sweat from our run, chase, and shift. The shadows from the candle lights surrounded him like a cocoon.
My hand slid slowly down my body, starting from my throat and gliding down my chest. My fingertips caressed the soft curves of my breasts. Playing. Teasing. Squeezing. Echos of pleasure followed every touch of my fingertips. I squeezed and kneaded my breasts, rolling my n*****s between my fingers all while my gaze never left my alphas. His pupils were blown wide as
