"Wow. You refused to wash my c*m off you," I growled, my voice low and laced with dark amusement as I watched her move across the room, her skin still flushed from our earlier tangle. "I think it’s time I turn you into my mistress, keep you chained to my bed, ready whenever I want."
She stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips after my words. "You could try, but I doubt you'd get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won't have the pack thinking you're some weak-ass city boy who can't handle being alpha to a mountain pack. Put something on that tells them you're not as weak as you fuck."
Her words hit like a slap, but damn if they didn't stir something primal in me. I stepped closer, crowding her space, inhaling the mingled scent of us, sweat, s*x, and
