The Summer of Jake and Sarah
Rose asked between moans.
Jake stopped in track, and looked at Rose.
"What bite?" He asked, voice low.
"Your bite," Rose answered. She was still breathless, still holding onto his shoulders.
Jake sighed, and came down from Rose's body. He sat back on his heels, ran a hand through his hair. "My bite will only hurt you. It has to be an alpha."
Rose sat up too, pushing her hair out of her face. "So where can we find this Alpha?"