MATHIAS
I woke early, my arms still tightly secured around my little wolf. I breathed in her scent, letting the smell of brown sugar and vanilla envelope my senses and caress my beast.
‘She is ours,’ Arcas rumbled proudly.
I looked at my sleeping beauty, moving my arm to see my mark positioned beautifully on the swell of her breast. I let my fingers trace the inky colored bear paw, a crown entwined in the tribal mark. The jolts of electricity zapped through my fingers when I touched it, eliciting a moan from her slightly parted pink lips. My c**k began standing to attention, from the innocent sound.
I moved over her, parting her legs with my knees in a slow and careful motion and pushed my c**k into her. She was already wet and ready for me, even in her sleep she wanted me. I waste
