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… don’t stop now, I’m close, baby, fuck me more, give it to me again… mmm…” Her demanding voice urged us on.

She pushed herself up onto her knees, her fingers stroking the fur, her soft hair fanning against Vorath’s chest, enchanting him with her moans, her erotic movements, still taking us inside, still impaling herself.

Her head tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, but my wolf couldn’t forget, despite the dark temptation.

He laid back over her body carefully, feeling her, wanting her so ba