Amanda
There was a thousand other things I should be doing in this moment. I should be worried about Clara, I should care about fighting the demons.
Maybe I was just a horrible person. All I wanted at this moment was some time with my severed mate. I missed being able to feel his every reaction to my touch.
I had to settle for letting my hand rest on his thigh and letting his little trembles guide me.
Was his c**k always this thick? I took my time running the flat of my tongue along the veins of it.
Bo's groans were tinged with the growl of his wolf.
"Stop that," I scolded rubbing the tip of my teeth against him for punishment.
Instead of grunting in pain though, he pushed up against it hissing in pleasure. "f**k, Amanda," he moaned. "I want way more than your mouth.
