Lily
When I walk up the stairs, I hear a grunt coming from Wesley’s bedroom. His door is slightly open, and the heady musk of an Alpha werewolf floods my senses. His arousal wraps around me like a blanket, and I imagine what he must be doing in there. Is he pleasuring himself?
...or is there a girl in there?
Carefully, I tiptoe to his door and take a peek inside.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I see.
Wesley’s broad frame is silhouetted in his bedroom, the only light coming from a small flickering candle on the bedside table. His eyes are closed in pleasure, and his large hand is wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking it with strong pulls that bring out every ripple of muscle along his toned abdomen.
“Unghh...” he moans, and the slick sound coming from his c**k as he pumps
