Surrounded by Wolves
“It’s your birthday this weekend,” Xander said as he kissed down my neck, his hand on my stomach. I shivered as he drew circles on my bare stomach.
“Y – yeah,” I sighed.
I shared the same birthday with my father and he had not stopped begging me to come home to celebrate.
“You should clear your schedule for the weekend,” Xander said, his hand moving up, his face still in my neck.
“O – Oh.” I shivered as he nibbled on my skin, his fingers circling my nipples. “You should have told me earlier because I already – already planned to go home.”