Deke
Oh f**k.
I have blue balls the size of my fist. I am fully willing to suffer them to deliver Sadie’s satisfaction. Hell, I would take any level of torture to ensure her comfort and ease this weekend.
But it would be so much easier if she didn’t seem hurt that I didn’t accept her offer to return the favor.
I mean—f**k! If she only knew how much I want that. I would give both nuts to have her small hand wrapped around my c**k. Or those sweet, soft lips. But my wolf’s getting aggressive.
He seems to be laboring under the impression that Sadie is mine. Ours. Whatever.
That means the urge to mark her is starting to fray my control.
My wolf doesn’t give a f**k that I can’t mark her.
He doesn’t care that mating is off-limits for all members of the Shifter Op team but particularly for
