SLADE
“I want you. I – feel things for you,” The words were clear, but they weren’t hers, they were Xaria’s, her wolf.
I felt Asher leap with joy at the confession, even more so to finally be able to connect with his mate. He was riding me hard to take her, rip this dress off her and claim her in several positions. She’d look better without the damned dress. My groin was straining against my pants as I stared at her chest rise and fall rapidly while she tried to regain her breath and her body. Her slightly parted lips looked like they needed mine on them, and I wanted to continue nibbling on her neck, get her to tell me exactly how she felt without holding back, just like she’d told her mom and sister.
It pleased me to hear those words, and it pleased my wolf even more. I didn’t just want it to be her wolf speaking, I wanted to hear it from her too. I wanted her to say it to me, but pushing it was going to embarrass her further, and I was trying to be a gentleman, so I pulled away
