Ronan
Eli doesn’t say much when I tell him I’m leaving for the Alpha summit.
Doesn’t fight. Doesn’t argue. Just shrugs like it doesn’t matter. He’s been pissy since his jealous outburst last night.
Didn’t stop him from coming undone under the onslaught of my hands and mouth, but the fury came back the moment I told him I’m still not going to fully f**k him.
I couldn’t risk it. Because even without the rut, I’m afraid once I start, I may never want to stop. My little pet is so f*****g responsive, and being inside that velvet heat is going to be bliss like I’ve never known before.
And I have this damn summit to attend today.
"You can take your time," he says, stretching like a cat, teeth sharp behind his grin as the sheet pulls down and I get just a glimpse of his pelvis.
"I’m sure
