Mine (R18)

WITH HER HEAD LYING ON his bare chest while her legs linked onto his body with nothing between but body heat, the two enjoyed the night. The crimson and azure hue embers were peaking beyond the curtains before they could penetrate the drapes that surrounded the messy bed.

Gone were the clothes the alpha and the luna were wearing. They lay like trash on the bed’s feet after being discarded in a frenzied state.

When a beast was in a rut, propriety was the last thing on their minds. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled as if a storm wreaked havoc upon it, but it was not a storm nor a battle that transpired here – but a passionate exchange of body heat and bodily fluids. It was notable how Diana Ritchell’s scent changed after being marked and mated by Dylan.

Diana did not know when she stopped counting how many times they did it. But when they reached the tenth time by midnight, she stopped caring about everything and decided to enjoy her orgasms as she kept on repeating how much she wan