Lilith's POV
Jarek refused to move, insisting on an answer.
I arched my back, brushing my full wolf’s tail against his thighs in a silent plea, pulling him closer until my hips met the hard plane of his stomach—every inch of my skin begging wordlessly.
His earlier frenzy had left me breathless, but this slow, deliberate torment was unraveling me completely.
Each time the thick, heated crown of him brushed against my c**t, a jolt of pure lightning shot up my spine—maddening, exquisite, but nowhere near enough to satisfy the ache deep within.
“Please…” I finally whimpered, my voice breaking. “Don’t tease… I’m begging you.”
Smack.
He chuckled darkly, his palm landing firmly on my rear. “So impatient, huh?”
His fingers kneaded my flesh, spreading me apart, exposing the slick, tremblin
