Horndog
Coal
Four weeks had gone by. Four long weeks of keeping my hands to myself, agony, when all I wanted to do was gather Brinley into my arms and ravish her body from head to toe.
But the temptation was too much. We couldn't have intimate kisses and touches, and not take it farther. Our interlude in the cave had proven that point beyond a shadow of a doubt.
As soon as Brinley was naked, my Wolf had come within minutes of marking her. I'd stopped him, but just barely.
Frankly, I had no idea how I'd been strong enough to keep us both from marking and mating Brinley. The force of the bond drove me hard. It was relentless.
Darcie had explained the compulsion was even more heightened for me as a future Alpha, the Moon's way of getting what she wanted, the right wolves as her Luna's.
