ELLIOT

The thrusts became more frantic, the lycan’s hand moving further and further back, plunging deep into the swollen, tender slit.

A rough, pained cry jolted us awake. Vorath immediately sat up, watching as a thin stream of blood trickled between Katherine’s petals.

“No, no, I’ve hurt her, I’ve hurt my mate!” he roared in panic, trying to pull away, but she…

“No, don’t stop, little wolf, I’m fine, don’t be scared… mmm.” She reached back, caressing my lycan’s thigh.

“Just not so rough… ahh…