Forbidden Werewolf Desires
The cool night air hit my skin, replaced instantly by the scorching heat of his palm.
My mind was a riot, filled with fear, anger, and that traitorous, undeniable pull.
Skylar purred inside me, urging me to give in.
His low, hungry moans filled the space between us.
“Say it,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at me. His lips were slick, his eyes dark with desire. “Say you feel it.”
I shook my head, panting. “I don’t… I can’t…”