Clayton Blackridge The way her body and wolf react to me makes me happy, even if she tries to deny us her body betrays her. Her scent is driving me crazy as I run my nose up her neck, I don’t miss the way she squeezes her thighs shut. My wolf is trying to push forward, he wants to mark his mate and as much as I want it too, I know she isn’t ready for that.Her big green eyes searched my face, for what I’m not sure. There is a hint of fear, mixed with desire in her eyes. I want to kiss her, taste her perfect lips. Before I can think too much about it her stomach rumbles and a bright red blush coats her face, I smile then reluctantly move off her. “Come on, little wolf, let's get some breakfast” I say, holding my hand out to her. She smiles and sits up, looking down at herself she notices for the first time she is in my t-shirt. Her head shoots up glaring at me, I hold my hands up. “Fran washed and changed you, as well as dressed your wounds” Her shoulders visibility relaxed. She foll
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