Mafia Alpha's Wolfless Mate
She looks good in my t-shirt.
As possessive as I am, I’m not just marking her with my scent, I’m showing her that she’s mine even if she hasn’t seen it yet.
A rumble erupts from deep within my chest as my fingers brush the underside of her breasts. Her smooth, creamy skin feels so delicate against the roughness of my callous fingers.
We are literally the opposites. She’s softer, and I’m the besheniy one. She’s sweet, and I’m ruthless, but that makes us perfect. She’s the Yang, and I’m the Yin.