*Oliver*
Adding some butter to the eggs I stir in the pot, my thoughts shift to earlier and how badly I hadn’t wanted to get out of the damned bed. Certainly, I’ve been in more intimate positions with any number of she-wolves, but with Seraphine’s leg nestled between my thighs, her hand on my chest, and the narrow space separating the rest of our bodies, I can’t recall when I’ve ever been more aroused. Fortunately, the distance between her hips and mine was wide enough so that, with my trousers keeping my c**k confined, she’s unaware of how much I wanted her.
And it is want. Not animalistic, savage need for mating that has possessed man from the dawn of time. No, something more drives this need within me to possess her. Something more personal, more directly related to her… as if she wou
