"You are the most infuriating omega I've ever met," he growls, his hands pulling my body to his until I'm completely glued to his front, his hardening c**k cradled in my äss and his mouth on my neck, "What the fück do you think you were doing, denying me of this last night?"
"You didn't deserve this last night." I reply, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"I own this. I deserve it every single fücking night for the rest of my life," he growls again and moves us until I'm face down and he's on top of me. This angry, rude Daniel is not a common occurrence. Usually his wolf is the one who gets angry at me and gets out to be mean, not him. Daniel gets up on his knees, "You love wearing slütty underwear, don't you? You like to do it when you want to drive me crazy."
I do, but I bury my f
