'Claim her now!' his wolf growls, his voice excited and full of lust.
'But I—I have plans for us! We can’t do it here—'
His wolf snaps at him again, as if to bite his head off. 'Why not!? You’re such a loser, if you require have a bed in order to perform—!'
He snarls. 'Don’t be ridiculous! I’m just looking out for her comfort! She might be desperate to have s*x now because of her own body torturing her, but she might not really in her right mind at the moment and she might—'
'She might, she might, she might… She might like it! If you actually know what you’re doing. That’s a big if, of course. If you’re not sure, let me do it! She’ll be sore for days to come and by the end of it, I’ll make sure her p***y takes the shape of your d**k so no one else’s will fit—'
Xander curses under his
