Kelsey
Self control is strength. Self control is power. Self control is having that little voice in the back of your head tell you not to do something and knowing to obey it. Well, that little voice in my head happened to be my wolf and my wolf wasn’t interested in practicing a single shred of self control when it came to her mate; she was more interested in defying it at all costs.
“You are mine, don’t you forget that,” Blake taunted in a low dominant voice that send both a shiver of anger and a bolt of pleasure up my spine. The internal battle arose of wanting to desperately claw his d**k off but also needing to have it plunged deep inside of me. My wolf purred at his words, lost in an avalanche of lust as his eyes darkened to an onyx color.
The very second that our lips collided, the
