“I won’t ever go back to the pack!” I shouted. Jerking back from him and collapsing onto my back.
Without missing a stroke, he framed my hips with his hands and began yanking me down to meet each stroke.
“I didn’t say that.” He growled.
I could see the tension moving through him and knew he was close.
So was I, despite all my bitterness, hatred, and fury. The pleasure rippling through me would soon become impossible to hide.
It was going to spill out of me.
I wailed in frustration, self-pity and surrender. Clutching around him and slicking him with my lubricants as I vibrated inwardly. My muscles were flexing so hard they nearly hurt. Then quaking rhythmically until I’d sucked from him his climax.
He gave a masculine shout that had to have been hard down the hall before he jam
