Ben does not know what remotely came over him, his possessive Alpha, that’s what, his hind-brain registered the facts for him.
He’s not sure how he’s holding on, especially not after her latest sound, his name on her lips released as she had and was sure he needed to hear for the rest of his life. His tongue still burst with the flavor of citric, honey and the salt of her sweat that begged for more of his attention. But then she's sliding down him, his arms stretching lower and lower before he’s sure she had backed off.
Did he go too far? Did she not want him to…
His fingers gripped her tightly, his forearms still around her very obviously in a power struggle with his Alpha to let go of what they both thought was there’s.
“Well then,” she sighed, rolling her cheek towards her gland b
