[The way she moves beneath his fingers is a reward in itself, and he smirks against her skin with a low, pleased noise. His hand skirts farther, brushing up over her stomach slow and possessive. His. She's his. His mate.]
No. Not other wolves. Queen of my pack. Ruling at my side, an equal.
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Date: 2016-05-25 01:08 pm (UTC)From:No. Not other wolves. Queen of my pack. Ruling at my side, an equal.