Shawn
“I don't know whether to spank you, praise you, or ravish you” I growled into her neck. I had swiftly carried her back to my room- no, our room- after giving my orders in the prison cells. I had a million and one other tasks to handle and take care of but all I could focus on was the sweet scent of Rory. She was occupying all of my thoughts. The way she stood up for “Our pack” and the way she took charge sent a jolt straight to my c**k and a rush of emotions to my chest. I don't know if she realized it or not, but she was acting like a Luna, like a queen. Seeing her step into her role was so satisfying and gods to honest truth, sexy as f**k. Her talking back, challenging me only served as foreplay. Anyone else, anyone but her, would have resulted in a fight. But Rory? I'm realizing
