Natalia
Andrei was close.
Too close.
He didn’t move. Just stared down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I could feel every hard inch of him against me, including the growing bulge in his pants that was now pressed firmly against my core.
And what made it even worse was that I didn’t want him to move.
“You clearly still need to work on your technique, if I can take you down so easily,” he murmured. His eyes flicked down to my lips, then to my collar bone.
My wolf stirred. “He wants us,” she purred. “Take him.”
I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But my body had other ideas. My hips moved of their own accord and inadvertently began to grind up against him. The friction sent a jolt of excitement through me before I could tamp it down.
Andrei’s eyes darkened. A low growl rumble
