Fiona
Hunger roared through me, and when Canon kissed me, I worried that I might set the whole shed on fire. I didn’t understand the bedding that I’d made—the pillows and the shirts. I’d started hoarding them in my closet, but I was so damn worried one of the alphas would see them and ask questions, and I had no idea why I was doing it. I just knew that I needed to do it.
His tongue swept in, and I didn’t care about the damn shirts and sheets. I only cared about him and the way I felt in his arms. I was so completely tied to him. When he was pushing me away, when I wanted to hate him, I’d still always been his.
He was naked after shifting. There was only a thin barrier of panties between his hard c**k and my p***y, and he was pushing that boundary aside. I shifted, trying to make space
