[Sylvester]
Our blended scents warming on my skin gives me a sense of calm I have never experienced before. It's like a drug, a dangerous, addictive drug.
I wasn't being entirely truthful when I said I needed her to smell like me. I needed us to smell like one another. I crave her scent on my skin.
"We were so close to mating her," Rufus grumbles, disappointed that we hadn't taken our scent marking further. "All we needed was 5 more minutes."
"She said no s*x," I remind him. "No means no."
"Something tells me she may be persuaded to change her mind," he flashes me a memory of her panting as I licked her n****e, her hands buried in my hair. The way her body ground into mine, our most intimate spots separated by the barest of barriers. "She was so close to saying yes."
Groaning, I gro
