Isobel gasps at the feel of his hand giving control over to her wolf, Mheegan.
“Please.”
He slides one finger inside her and Mheegan moves her hips upwards, wanting more.
“All wet again. You will require another bath my darling. I think it best we take this to our bed.”
He climbs out of the bathtub, picking her up bridal style, her arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. Her wolf heat drying her body immediately. He puts her down on the bed, laying down beside her.
Sliding his finger back inside her she lifts her hips into his touch moaning. He slides a second inside her, feeling her tighten around him.
“OW” she moans, but still not stopping.
“Mheegan, Isobel, are you both sure? You are still bruised from last night and I don’t want my girls hurt further.”
“Please
