CY POV -
She clawed at my shirt until I dragged it over my head and dropped it beside us. My c**k was already aching against my jeans, so I made quick work of my belt. The boxers hit the floor. I stood there, fighting every primal instinct that told me to take her right then. To bury myself inside her until my body refused to let go.
My wolf was clawing at my skin but I wanted to wait. I meant to wait until after the marking. But her heat was pushing against every ounce of control I had, and truthfully, I didn't want to stop it.
She looked at me like she already knew. Like she could feel it just as much as I could. I moved in again, leaning close enough for my breath to dance over her neck, lips just shy of touching where I would mark her.
She whimpered and tangled her fingers back in
