" I said touch yourself " I growled at her. Her hand shakily moved down as I gripped her ankles tightly. I could see she was biting the inside of her cheek. I was taking my frustration out on her, but it wasn't like she didn't deserve it. My little wolf has once again done something that could put her in danger. After she said she wouldn't.
I watch hungrily as her hand slides down between her thighs, her fingers slowly glide over her folds, spreading them apart. I feel a rumble of a growl slip from my lips when I see her glistening with how wet she already is. I wanted nothing more than to slam into her , but my little wolf had to learn frustration. How she makes me feel. She makes me frustrated with how her walls are still up, how she hasn't fully yet let me in. Then how she frustrated
