Chapter 35

I could feel my purpose's intransigence being held between my wolf's claws as my control grew weaker. She desired to be in contact with him, to feel her body pressed against his, and above all, I shared her desire.

A growling noise emerged from my throat, representing the frustration of my wolf biting into my windpipe while I forcefully pressed against his body without feeling guilty. Now that I had forced myself on him, his hold on me was tight and unyielding, and as I pressed my face against his chest, my hand moved to bunch up the material of his shirt. A soft grunt emerged from his...