We were alone in the room together, and probably the only time we would be alone together. My wolf was pretty turned on by the fact he was tied to the headboard, and to be honest, so I was as well. He was pretty quiet, and after a while of just looking at him all dressed in black, black t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and black combat boots, I went over to him and started removing his shoes. They were heavy, and it was hard. Once they were removed, Alfonso spoke.
"What are you doing?" Alfonso asked in a weakened voice. I didn't respond but let my acts do the talking; once I had his boots removed, I started on his jeans. I was unbuckling his buttons and slipping them off into the floor.
"What are you doing?" Alfonso asked in a weakened voice again. But this time, I responded by freeing his
