Horndog Horndog

Coal

Four weeks had gone by. Four long weeks of keeping my hands to myself, agony, when all I wanted to do was gather Brinley into my arms and ravish her body from head to toe.

But the temptation was too much. We couldn't have intimate kisses and touches, and not take it farther. Our interlude in the cave had proven that point beyond a shadow of a doubt.

As soon as Brinley was naked, my Wolf had come within minutes of marking her. I'd stopped him, but just barely.

Frankly, I had ...