There's no turning back. For none of us.
I rest on one elbow while my other hand strokes his rod. Our mouths cling to each other, our breathing bursts out. His hands, which caress my neck and breasts are impatient. I know Jax is on edge and Zane is trying to protect me from his wolf's ravenous hunger.
His fangs elongate and rub against my neck, where his mark will be in a few weeks. I shudder at the thought of being his. “Mark me now, Zane. Please, make me yours for always”, I beg him breathlessly, drunk with lust. He growls low, his fangs lightly pierce my skin but don't go deep. The sparks resulting from that shoot a pool between my legs, the room now smells completely of my desire. Zane grabs my hair, pushes my head back, and retakes possession of my mouth. “I can't do that yet. But I
