Ford
This girl is going to be the absolute death of me. The way her eyes look up at me, the small smile on her face. The way she kissed me back, allowing my tongue to probe into her mouth. Her entire body yielding to mine making my c**k grow to aching point. How can I deny her? And how am I feeling right now? This is not supposed to be real, she is supposed to only be pretending since my father wants me to marry to another eventually. And then there is the way she smells, like cinnamon and musk. My wolf is restless wanting to mate with hers immediately, I have to refrain from going to fast with her.
Tatum is supposed to be my plaything, my playmate for me and my bros not the real deal. Yet, something is stirring inside me that I can’t digest what exactly it is.
“Fine, I’ll let her in
