155. MEETING WITH MY WOLF
GABRIELLE
I screamed into the pillow when my center was impaled from behind, my legs spread wide, and my trembling fists clenched onto the sheets.
Dominated by the full weight of my mate pressing down on my back, mounting me like a wolf in heat.
My moans were muffled by the fabric, blending with Quinn's deep growls vibrating against my nape as he obsessively licked it.
I knew he was going to mark me, and my being called out to his with desperation.
"Quinn..." I moaned, my voice muffled, as his