Thirty-Seven: Chased Out.

LUSTRE

I stumbled out of the room in total disbelief and confusion.

I didn't understand why he had suddenly switched like that, one minute he was giving me a very impressive orgasm with him even barely touching my clit while looking oddly satisfied at it, and the next, he was pushing me off him as if I was the flirthest dirt ever and he couldn't bear to touch him.

And as if that wasn't enough, he actually yelled at me to get out, to get out of his face when I didn't comply, he had gotten so angry that his wolf showed in his eyes.

Why he was angry was something I didn't understand. Was it at me? Did I do something wrong? Or was he angry at himself? Did he do something wrong?

I was going to assume he was angry at himself for losing control. For someone who was always so wild and raw and primitive with sex, he had taken his time to worship my tits by sucking and lapping at them like they were his only source of air and water and that says a lot because he had never even paid attentio