21. Phoebe

The sensation of my soaked underwear, rubbing at my clit with every flex of Sawyer’s hips soon has me begging for more.

He soaks up every little noise I make. It’s bliss. Quickly overwhelmed at the sensation of finally being together, my back pressed up against the wall, he watches me flush red, back arching into his nerve-hitting thrusts.

"I need to see you do that again," he says, carrying me over to the bed. Poor Jane. I’ll buy her some seeds.

Selfishly, not much else mattered when Sawyer loomed over me. Smiling together as the soft, spongy mattress saw us sink together. His hand sweeps through my hair, blue eyes drinking me in. He doesn’t undo my bra. Instead, he roughly palms my breasts out of the cups. Making them stand higher, my nipples already risen , seeking his attention.

He didn’t tell the Alpha’s about us. He believes me. That’s almost as unreal as the way his warm body feels pressed against mine.

Nobody apart from Sawyer knows I read those books. He’s put hi