Callum made a herculean effort to calm his wolf even as his mate rode on his back. It was really taking a lot of self control and restraint; he should have been given a gold medal for his firm will to not act on his baser beastly instincts. Having Kelly on his back? It was like tempting the animal with a juicy piece of steak when it had been starving for days.
He swallowed a low growl and focused his senses on the environment as much as possible and not on the feel of her body on his. The feel of his fur where it brushed against her skin on her bare legs and arms. Or her heartbeat which hadn’t returned to normal since she climbed on his back.
From time to time, she rubbed her fingers through the fur on his back and Callum nearly whimpered in agony. It felt so good it was
