THE MAD ALPHA
His wolf is right there, just under the surface.
I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his. I lick the underside of his shaft, from the base all the way to the tip, tasting him. "Goddess, you taste like home," I whisper, my voice thick. Then I take him into my mouth, sucking deep, my tongue swirling around the head. Darius’s hands tangle in my hair, he’s not pulling, he’s just holding on like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.