22. "Might be his Mate"

Harriet’s Point of View

He gave me an order which made me realize what I exactly desired.

I wanted him.

I craved him.

I longed to relive the night we spent together.

When he instructed me to mount him, I eagerly complied.

"Go ahead, slide it in yourself," he commanded.

I eyed his member before lowering myself onto it. Our simultaneous moans filled the room.

"Ohhh ahhhh.... yes..." the Alpha rumbled.

"Ahh! Hmm..." I moaned.

His length filled me completely, my hips moving slowly. Despite just the tip, I struggled to adjust to his impressive size. Lucas was definitely not your average wolf.

“Oh no! I can't handle it...! It's just too much for me..." I gazed at him with watery eyes, silently begging for something I couldn't express in words.

Part of me wanted to stop, but another part of me was filled with anticipation, eager to feel the intense pleasure of his enormous size stretching me to my limits.

"No, don't worry. You're not even close to the halfway point," Lucas reassured me.

"But