Claimed by the alpha. Ruined by your love.
However, now that I’m about to have his enormous manhood inside me, a slight feeling of fear washes over me, as I’m starting to think I’m not ready to do this…
“Isabella…” Asher whispers, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you; I want to make you mine…”
My cheeks flush, because I’m used to being the strong huntress of the Grayson clan, feared and respected by all—to think that I could be taken by a werewolf… It’s ridiculous, stupid, impossible… That’s why I feel so turned on just thinking about Asher fucking me.
“Don’t get so full of yourself, dog,” I reply, placing one of my hands on his neck. “You’d better please me, or you’ll be in for a world of trouble…”