Zoe's movements remained slow, deliberate—her hips rolling in deep, measured circles that ground Julian's cock against every sensitive inch inside her. She didn't speak much; she never did. Instead, her light-blue eyes stayed half-lidded, fixed on Julian's face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. Soft, breathy exhales escaped her parted lips with each downward motion—quiet, almost reverent sounds that contrasted the raw intensity building between them.
"Julian…" she murmured once—barely audible—voice low and husky, like a secret shared only with him. Her wolf ears twitched forward every time he bottomed out, tail curling tighter around Dori's waist as if anchoring the three of them together.
