He didn’t answer. Instead, he gripped the back of my neck and shoved me down on the bed, spinning me so I was face-first in the covers, my breasts down, my ass up against him.

He bent over me, running his fingers along my damp folds, his lips by my ear, his hair brushing my shoulder. I trembled as he teased me with his tip at my aching entrance.

“I’m going to be the savage werewolf that Kai should’ve been,” he promised, before thrusting inside me.

I cried out, clenching around him as my body adjusted to being full again.

“So tight,” he groaned as he slammed into me over...