Reagan's lips are on my neck, sucking, biting and sending tingles down my body as he cages me with his arms. He's trying to make the skin soft and tender before sinking in his fangs and marking me as his. But I'm struggling with every fiber of my being...even though my body is already caving in. It's like I'm pushing a wall and he doesn't budge.
"Stop struggling, little wolf. You'll enjoy it too. I promise." His voice coaxes me as he whispers sensuously into my ear. But I don't want it. I'm not ready to bare his mark or mate with him yet, It just doesn't feel right. I can feel my wolf's torn feelings, she doesn't want this too, but it's hard to resist. We still believe Brad to be our mate, and even with her strength, we still can't fight Reagan off.
"No, don't!" I panic as I begin to
