Rafe
I make Adele come three more times before I hear her stomach rumble and realize it’s long past dinner time.
“You’re hungry,” I groan, pissed at myself for not seeing to my mate’s needs. I climb off the bed and get a washcloth to clean her.
“I’ll bet you are, too. Now I know why you were such a pain in my ass over the meat thing. Wolves are definitely carnivores.”
I stroke between her legs with the warm washcloth, even though I’d rather leave her covered in my c*m. She’s marked forever now, though. No need to stake my claim again.
“No, I was a pain in the ass because being around you drove my wolf wild, and I was pissed that I didn’t think I could have you. I would give anything to have a do-over and sit and eat your red beans and win your affection with my praise, like Channing d
