Her fingertips were cold as usual; I shivered at her touch. Even after two months of being touched by her, I still felt a slight vulnerability standing naked in front of her.
I smiled weakly as I commented, "Im not willing to get screwed by you here. Let's go to bed." I made a movement, intending to pull my towel around me when the alpha’s hand caught mine. She pulled me closer, and my stomach ached with a passion that I wasn’t familiar with. This assertive way of hers to claim me was foreign to me.
I had to stand on my tip-toes to reach her ear, but my hot breath sent shivers racing across her back nonetheless.
“What you say doesn’t match what you’re doing, Emily,” stated Madeline.
She said it with a tone of mixed agitation and seduction - something she knew drove me nuts. My eyes
