Sera
Fenris cursed violently. He grabbed my upper arms, pulled me back from his chest, and forced me to look at him.
His face was completely entirely flushed. The veins in his thick neck bulged.
"I told you not to move," Fenris said. His breathing was heavy and erratic. "Do you have any idea how close I am to completely losing my mind?"
"Then lose it," I challenged him. I stared right into his dark, dilated eyes. "Why are you fighting it? We killed a man together today. You fingered me in front of your entire council. The pack already treats me like your Luna. Just fuck me, Fenris."
Fenris stared at me. The sheer, desperate hunger in his face was terrifying.
He let go of my arms. He moved his hands down to my waist, grabbed the hem of my cotton sleep tunic, and pulled it straight up over my head.
I raised my arms. He tossed the white shirt onto the floor.
I sat on his lap completely naked.
The heat from the roaring fire hit my bare back, but the front of my body was pressed against him. He looked at my bare breasts. He looked at my stomach. He looked down at the dark triangle of hair resting directly against his pants.
He reached out with his right hand. He didn't touch my breasts. He dragged his thick, calloused thumb firmly down the center of my stomach, stopping right at the top of my pubic bone.
"I smell you constantly," Fenris said. His voice dropped so low I felt it in my own chest. "I smell your wetness on my fingers. I smell it on my clothes. I sit at this desk and I can't breathe because the entire room smells like your heat."
He pressed the heel of his hand firmly against my swollen clitoris. He applied a heavy, blunt pressure.
I gasped loudly. I arched my back, thrusting my chest forward. My hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly.
"I want to lay you out on this desk and ruin you," Fenris confessed bluntly. He dragged his palm in a slow, grinding circle over my slick folds. "I want to bury myself inside you so deep you forget your own fucking name. I want to mark you so completely that every wolf in this territory knows exactly who you belong to."
"Then do it," I begged him. My voice shook violently. A desperate, wet whimper slipped out of my throat. I pushed my hips down against his hand.

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