Conall's POV
She stares at me wide-eyed, shuffling herself backward on the bed. My wolf claws at my brain ferociously. To see her as her true self once again only makes the desperation to claim her even more intense. Even more unbearable. I fight the urge with everything I have inside me, my body heaving from my erratic breathing.
But it’s no use.
I need more of her.
I need to feel her lips on my skin.
I need to taste her dripping wet p***y.
Devour every inch of her body.
To make her come again.
Fuck her until she’s ruined for all other men.
Until she’s mine and mine alone.
The thought drives me f*****g wild, and I can’t help myself. I stalk toward her, and her legs part to allow me access to her incredible body. I hold myself up with my hands on either side of her head while she
