Submission is Not My Style
Her thighs quake, but I hold them open, fingers digging into her soft flesh to keep her from closing them.
“Oh, Jack!” she sobs, her hands pulling at my hair as her climax nears.
I know the whole pack can probably hear her. Let them know exactly who my Luna is.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl against her core, the vibration of my voice pushing her over the edge.
She screams, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm crashes through her. Her release gushes over my mouth and chin, and I groan, lapping it up like a man possessed—intoxicated by her taste.
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