Dorian POV
“Please… please… please…”
Her eyes were wide and glossy, her damn hair sticking to her face. She looked almost ashamed of herself for saying those words, yet her hips wouldn’t stop rocking back and forth, chasing what I’d already denied her even though I had stopped thrusting a while ago.
Her insides gripped me so tightly it actually stung, that desperate clutch of her body refusing to let go.
Normally, I’d find this fascinating. I mean, her scent had gotten even stronger, sweet and intoxicating, and usually that was enough to make me lose myself. But this time, my wolf wasn’t intrigued. He was snarling, clawing at me, forcing me to stop.
“Does it hurt?” I asked softly.
Why the f**k did I even ask that? I never ask that. Pain, discomfort—those things don’t bother me. They’
