"Mmmmm, you like that handsome?" Martha asked seductively.
"Please, Alinta, stop," Silas managed to mumble weakly, as though he had succumbed to whatever drugged him.
Martha looked at his faded fated mark. "Just a little more, then you will feel so much better, my love," she coaxed sweetly and started to climb on him. She aligned herself with his upright shaft in her firm grasp and carefully lowered herself readying for that fateful contact. "He's soon to be ours. Once he feels this bliss he will never want to see that b***h," Breathed Martha excitedly to her wolf as she savoured the moment.
"Hurry up and sit already! It's torture enough that we've been doing all the work!" Tina whinnied impatiently.
"YOU ARE NOT MY MATE!" roared an ear-splitting voice vehemently. Martha was sent flyin
