WILLIAM
“Let... go...” I clamped down on his wrist, but his grip didn’t loosen from my throat.
His eyes slid over my body, lewd as hell, and I watched him drop his free hand to stroke himself, letting out a perverted little whistle of pleasure.
I didn’t even want to look through the dark. I knew exactly what he was groping, and he had the nerve to press it against the bulge already pushing hard against my own pants.
“Mnn...” I ground my teeth when that huge, rigid c**k dragged over mine.
The fabric between us pulled tight from the pressure, getting wetter by the second, slick with more and more fluids.
“Frost, do something, stop him, he just healed up.” I tried to reach my wolf. The wound on Darius’s chest was barely closing.
But Loki didn’t give a s**t.
“I’m sorry... I can’t, Will
