The Wolf and the Succubus
When I opened my eyes again, he had a smug smirk that I had the urge to wipe away.
Before I could even respond, he ran with me, across the room, to pin me between his body and the wall, his mouth dropping down to bite along the vein in my neck, one of his hands moving my underwear to the side, pushing a finger inside me, rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb.
I moaned, my head falling back against the wall, hips moving instinctively with him.
That was bold… and unlike him.
That was when I noticed. His eyes had darkened until they were almost black; his wolf was at the surface. His control was waning, and quickly.