His beast meaning his wolf?
Or him, himself and he?
I wanted to ask him which beast was worst but now it seems like a ridiculous waste if he and Gerzi are one.
My nails scrape against Graysons back, dragging down slowly as he claims my neck as mine. As cliched as it sounds, of course I groaned and moaned beneath his hands. I've met men who all wanted things from me, but no one actually was concerned about my own pleasure. But how am I to explain to Grayson that I'm not used to the attention he thinks I've gotten or have gotten over the years or days past?
He thought I was a whore, maybe it's still what he thinks.
But then it wouldn't make sense to claim or pursue me for that matter. Bed warmers aren't that important to men.
My fingers slide to his raven hairs that's loose along his back, fingers becoming tangled when his mouth moves lower to my clavicle and lower still until they warm around a erect nub. I could probably curse a million times and or pro
