Natasha

Natasha POV

I wasn’t even listening to him. My body and my soul were so aligned with what he was doing to me that I didn’t hear him. His finger went deep inside me to my turgid spot. As soon as it hit the spot, my knees went wobbly, I lifted a little and my toes curled. I moaned, wanting him as hell. God, I missed him. The moment I saw him, my stomach plummeted but the moment I was surrounded by her woodsy, male musk scent, my brain stopped working. He was looking gaunt. It was as if he hadn’t eaten food for the last few days. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and a stubble worth of two days. His hair was tousled as if he had forgotten to comb them. My chest squeezed. I wanted to caress him and smooth his hair.

I resisted the urge to go with him inside the woods, but my body rebelled against me. I found myself being taken away by my wolf into the dark woods that were just as dark as he was.

“Say it, Natasha!” he commanded.

“Hmm?” I was focused on chasing my pleasure, so I cle