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Sebastian preens at the compliment, shaking his hair out so that the wet curls drop down his forehead while he pushes out his chest, and Aurora thinks she could take him just like that.
Just pounce on him and mount him and f**k him into the ground just—like—that. But as much as her alpha howls at her to do it, she needs to be patient.
So she waits.
And she watches.
Aurora’s hands travel down to her pants, and her shaking fingers unlace them.
The rain has made the cotton pants tight against her body, and the little wolf has to roll them down to get them off, slowly exposing inch after inch of that beautiful caramel skin that begs for her to touch and taste and claim.
It takes another few moments before her pants are finally discarded along with everything else except for her
