[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]
His wolf stepped closer, eyes dark with hunger, and nudged her with the side of his muzzle.
Gently at first. Then firmer. A silent command. She arched higher in response, breath stuttering.
"Oh . . ." she exhaled, voice barely a whisper.
He brushed against the inside of her thighs next, nudging them apart with deliberate care.
Liora responded to his guidance without resistance, her body opening up for him—entirely.
His control thinned further.
She was trembling now, not out of fear, but from sheer anticipation. Her heartbeat pulsed in the air, quick and fluttering, syncing with his own rising rhythm.
His wolf's voice dropped, deep and rough, laced with heat and something far more tender than his wolf would admit.
"Good girl . . ."
