~Rosella~
This was hate sex, like he'd said—just us fucking because we wanted each other, but this wasn't how I'd expected my first time to be.
I wanted so much more, not with the werewolf king I was supposed to hate. Even though I couldn't resist him, I thought about how the world was unfair to me and the rest of the wolves.
I couldn't help but think Damien and I would have lived differently in another life.
I could feel him now, his cock, thick and hard, pressing against me through his pants, and I rocked my hips, desperate to have him.
He broke the kiss, panting, and then his eyes searched mine. "You ready?" he murmured.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, and he nodded, reaching to unbuckle the belt around his pants.
