Dante Scout POV
“Leave my hand, Dante.” She stared hard, like the look alone might kill me. “I don’t want to be so close to the man who has this much filth inside him.”
“My name sounds delicious on your tongue, Vin. Now you’ve even learned to say it without adding Alpha.” I drew her hand closer and pressed it against my crotch, hard beneath the fabric.
The color drained from her face. Her eyes dropped to where her hand rested, then snapped back up. I was already fully hard.
Not my fault. I warned her about cursing. That defiant spark in her eyes rubbed against every nerve I wanted rubbed, even when she refused to do it herself.
“Dante, have some shame.” She struggled to pull free, but I tightened my grip and forced her hand to press harder.
If I had been joking about cumming before,
