Zyra screeched and her body arced toward me.
Her woman's flesh screaming from the sudden ache so close to a climax.
But not quite.
Not without me inside her.
"No!" She whispered. Her eyes fearful as she immediately dampened between her thighs. Clutching it to sate the deep pulsing.
I could smell it as surely as I could the stink of a rival wolf.
I growled. Tugging free the straps of her robe and yanking the rope at her waist so it fell in a pool at her feet.
“No.” She whispered but her body was screaming for me to be buried inside her. Her dusky n*****s pebbling and her hips already rolling against her fingers.
Her arousal teased my senses and made my c**k jump in my breeches. Ready to be inside her.
I caught her shoulder and spun her around to plant her chest against the tree. Ri
