Elsa
Ulfred turns me over so that I am now sitting on his lap. I can feel his erection stiff against my crotch. I am tempted to rub my crotch against it, the heat is muddling with my brain. He can give us the relief we need. Shit!
I can't stop touching him, licking on his neck. I want to mark him so bad. Sinking my fangs into his neck seems like the most important thing in my world right now. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots. His hair is surprisingly soft.
I have lost all sense of judgement right now. My wolf is fighting for control. I can't keep the hold of my skin. I want to hold onto my skin so that Ulfred will shift first, but he is also fighting not to shift.
He buries his face into my hair. He starts to sniff it. Growling and grumbling, he goes on to duck his face in my neck. His rough wet tongue laps against my skin, I jolt awake!
He wants to mark me.
No way I am letting him do that.