RAFE’S POV
Layla Rowan hasn’t left my mind since I was fifteen years old and she was fourteen and we were playing a game of who can make her scared the most. Colt obviously won, and she said she hated us, but when she laughed after, a part of my soul remained in her hands from that day until now.
And right now, she's underneath me and I'm about to go inside her, and all I can think of is how long I’ve waited for this moment.
I pull my fingers out of her tight p***y and unbuckle my trouser as she shivers in anticipation and begs me to put it in her.
“Look at me.”
I’m losing control, but that’s currently the least of my problems because I’m pushing into her slowly and the sounds coming from her is bringing out my wolf without my call.
I place my forehead on hers and take a deep breath
