As the heat started to build up in Emily's body, Drake became rough with every touch he gave. His body was reacting, but he remained silent. His lips face Emily's nape, and he blows his hot breath.
"Are you hot, stray?" he whispered; his voice was husky.
Emily nodded her head. "It's hard to resist, alpha," she says.
Drake smirked. His finger slowly drew circles on her naked shoulder down to her arms. All Emily can do is close her eyes and feel the electricity sent to her spine.
Drake's finger was on her waist, caressing it while he was kissing the side of her neck. Licking and smelling it, again and again.
Sometimes, Drake bit her skin which made her groan. She tilted her head to give him better access to her skin.
"Uhm. . ."
Drake's hand landed on her breast. He was playing with he
