Trial (4)

Gael POV

Clara was still grinning in my arms, soft and warm and intoxicating. And the way she had her ass over my cock, I muttered under my breath, “You’re going to be the death of me.” I tightened my hold on her, pressing her gently and firmly against my chest. “Behave,” I whispered near her ear, though the word came out more like a plea than a command.

My Lycan didn’t help. He was prowling under