My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants off – he just put them on -
But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sensible part of me knows that Luca is right – that this is not how I want this to happen.
“See?” he says, smirking at me, a little smug as he pulls himself away a little bit, pausing his hand’s work to get my dress up over my hip. “I didn’t think so.”
“Hey!” I snarl, offended – because, I mean, I didn’t make my decision yet!
Yes! My wolf shouts, encouraging me forward. Grab him! Make him kiss us again! Take the stupid dress off! Why did we let Daphne pick such a complicated dress – we should hav
