Chapter 115

Mel's POV

"Would it be easier if I turned around?" As soon as the question leaves my lips, he pulls out and whips me around, pulling me up to my knees. "Holy-"

He spears me with his dick again. Tightening his hold on the nape of my neck, his strokes quicken. "Who do you belong to, Melanie?" he growls.

I'm too engulfed in the pleasure tingling through every nerve in my body. The pressure in my core is building up fast.

A little too fast.

Suddenly, he grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back, still somehow maintaining the punishing pace. "I need to hear it. Now. Who do you belong to?" His voice mixes with his wolf, and I whip my head around to make sure he's not about to mark me. Thankfully, his eyes are still green, but dark and hooded. I can tell his control is on its last thread.

"I'm yours," I rush out and he instantly loosens his hold.

"Good girl."

He sounds more in control now, like it's his wolf who really needed that reassurance. Will sex be like this from now on?

I pull a