A low rumble pours from his chest in approval. His eyes freeze on me as he stares at my perky mounds.

I give him a salacious grin before taking my breasts in both hands. I begin to stroke and massage the soft flesh between my palms, brushing my pebbled nipples with my thumbs, building the heat that's pooling in my core.

I begin to trace the runes along my chest, massaging my breasts, stroking slowly first around my pebbled nipples before pinching them between two fingers, the sensation sending a light jolt straight to my core. I tilt my head back, enjoying his eyes on me, adding to the sensation.

I hear a rustle of fabric and a click.

I open my eyes and meet golden orbs full of carnal lust.

He gives me a dark grin as he fists his free cock in his hand, the thick length making my mouth water. He begins to pump his cock, hard and rough, just what I’d imagine his wolf would enjoy.

My palms brush over the sensitive pebbles as I watch him, sending another jolt straight to my wet core. I moan, the heat building between my legs, already begging for something to fill it.

I bite down harder on the fabric in my mouth, becoming restless at the growing heat and needing some release.

I reach one hand down to my trousers and slip it in toward my dripping core.

I slide two fingers between my wet folds, the sensitive nub tingling from the contact around it, making me moan. I only get two strokes back and forth between my slick folds before a large hand grabs me, stopping me from soothing my growing ache.

I growl at him as he pulls my hand out and toward his mouth, his eyes still glowing gold and teeth elongated. His tongue licks the length of my fingers, lapping up every drop of me.

“Mine,” he growls, a look of pure possession as he jerks me forward, pulling me into his chest, his thick cock rubbing against my throbbing core.

In one swift move, he pulls my top and bra over my head, then drags my trousers and pants off.

Completely bare before him, he pauses, his eyes slowly taking me in. Pulling his own trousers down in one quick shifter move, he discards them across the room, completely freeing his lengthy cock.

He trails his eyes down my body, tracing every rune and sigil, slowly burning my skin with his intense lustful gaze, his cock twitching as his eyes reach my dripping core.

“Mine,” he growls, his voice guttural and rough, my core clenching at the sound of it.

He notices, and before I can react, he has me down on the floor, only hard wood behind me, as he lines himself up to me.

He growls in my ear, “You’re ours, Rhys, and this…” His voice is rough and husky as he places his tip inside me, the delicious thickness already stretching me and adding to the ache between my legs.