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Wulf
She did not believe me. Even as I nuzzled her soft skin and fought my beast with every ounce of will, my mate refused to surrender to me, refused to see her own worth, her beauty. Refused to believe I would not survive without her.
I kissed her softly, gently, because if I let go, the beast would consume me. Her. Both of us. We’d f****d with the beast in control the first time. I couldn’t savor, couldn’t learn what made her hot or gasp or moan. Now I could. I wanted to take my time with every lush curve. To explore the softness of her breasts and generous hips. I wanted to feel her body melt beneath mine as I took her.
So I fought with myself, with my beast, even as I tried to woo her. Go slowly. Warden Egara’s warning was clear in my mind. This was new for my female. Not s*x, b
