TCG: Chapter 27

"You know, we eventually have to leave this bedroom," I whispered as I held onto Miall's hand. Our fingers interlocked, and the morning sunrise shone through the windows into our room.

"We've been without each other for five months; the pack will understand," he said as he snuggled into me, hiding his head in the nook of my neck.

"I want to stay here with you and just ignore the world for a while," he whispered as he put his hand between my thighs.

"You just want to fuck again," I giggled as I felt his breath fan against my neck, which felt extra sensitive because of all the bite marks this man left there.

"Yes, but with you, that's not what it feels like," he whispered in my ear. "It feels like hours of raw loving; I understand why you'd confuse it with fucking," the way he whispered that into my ear and the play of his fingers dangerously close to my centre almost had me caving in.

"Come on, we literally have a guest we haven't seen since yesterday afternoon. Get up, Miall,"