C28 Twenty eight

HAYES

The second my bare chest slammed against her unshielded skin, any remaining sanity I had evaporated.

My wolf was roaring behind my ribs, a savage, dominant beast clawing to get out, entirely drunk on the thick vanilla and heavy cream pouring off her cunt. Her scent was everywhere—flooding my nostrils, coating my tongue, making my cock ache and throb against the rough fabric of my trousers