What He's Done All Night

His thumbs flexed along my skin, and I could see the anguish written over his face. His sex pulsed against me, and his body flushed. Veins in his neck rising as he strained against the brutal beast wanting to be unleashed. "Sam!"

I took sympathy on him and slid back down. Inching over him.

He fisted the bedding. Grunting ferociously and writhing to keep from violently pumping into me. His wolf howling to get out. Silver and gray bits of fur seeped from his pores and retracted. He opened his eyes once and they flared yellow.

The wolf is very close to emerging. I need to be careful. I knew that pushing him too far was a dangerous game.

His fragile control was crumbling, and I was in great danger of hurting myself with my teasing actions. But this was all new to me and I was curious about the sensations.

Curious about him.

About this strange, new power I seemed to have over him. With every melting stroke of my walls opening for him then sucking him as I slid him back out.