Chapter Twenty five - Sparks fly and inhibitions die,
it may be a lie, this wolf surely had done a good one on her, despite its eagerness to devour her... differently....
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"What are you doing?" Becca threw him a glower, snapping her legs closed right after he forcibly thrust them open. She then struggled to no avail to remove herself from under him.
The wolf, who'd proven himself to be like those true to their nature; a ruffian only driven by their most primal instincts; only growled lowly and yet again his large hand threatened the filmly material of her robe with forceful tugs. Becca was quick to return hard slaps at the action but he did not cease in his crude purpose until she yelled for him to stop.
"No! No! Get your f*****g hands off me! I would rather die! Kil
