But I can't. The bond won't let me, my wolf won't let me, and some deep, honest part of myself doesn't want to.
His hand slides under my shirt, fingers splaying across my ribcage, and I arch into the touch. The contact is electric, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.
Aaron's mouth finds that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, it's where a mate's mark would go, and the sensation makes me gasp. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, not quite biting and I feel my control slipping further.
"Aaron…" His name comes out as half-plea, half-warning.
"I know." He says, his voice strained and his control clearly hanging by a thread. "I know."
His hand moves higher, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast through my bra and I have to bite my lip to keep from making an embarras
