Elizabeth POV
“Say it, little wolf,” Izaiah said once more while teasing me with his fingers, roaming around my sensitive bud, but never giving me any release.
My body trembled with the need for release, but every time I was close, he stopped. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he wanted me to say. But I didn’t want to go down without a fight.
Once again, I filled his mind with images, flashes of us in the forest when he marked me, screaming his name. He groaned, the sound made my core clench in response.
“Naughty little wolf.” I could hear Ahimoth had taken over. Before I could say anything, he slapped my ass cheek before pushing his fingers between my wet folds.
He started playing with my sensitive bud, building up my orgasm. My moans were getting louder by the second. I was almo
