Warning: Mature Content Ahead! Do Not Proceed if a Threesome is Not Your Cup Of Tea!
Grayson slams into her in one hard thrust.
Her cry burst high and raggedly through the room, her back arching clean off the mattress. Judging from how brutally tight and the way clenching around him like her body's never known this before, he knows she's only ever done this once or twice… maybe.
"FUCK…" Grayson chokes, his head falling back as a savage grin tears across his mouth. "She's… fuck, she's perfect."
He buries his face in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the dizzying perfume of wolf, arousal, and the faint, sweet trace of steam from her recent bath. She is fire, and he is a moth, but instead of being consumed, he is made whole. Her skin is slick with a fine sheen of sweat, and the rapid, frantic beat of her heart drums against his chest.
Her nails rake at the sheets, her voice breaking between curses and cries. "B-Bastard…!"
