Cursed to be my Mate
Whenever he fancied a piece of her ass, his wolf was detained in some way, either resting after a killing spree, fatigued from lashing out at others, or, like tonight, was blocked from the poison coursing through his body.
Rhys' hand curled around the nape of Eden’s neck, directing her mouth over his cock, slipping in deeper as he closed his eyes to feel her wet, warm mouth and slippery tongue. He imagined Amira’s lips around his cock, and thrust hard into her mouth, wanting to bruise her throat into submission.
It would be satisfying to hear Amira beg him. To feel her gagging on his member. So. Fucking. Satisfying.
“Uhm!” Eden gagged, her nails digging into the top of his thighs. Rhys conti