Made For His Hands

His body pressed to mine, hips grinding forward just enough to let me feel how hard he already was. Like he’d been hard since the moment our eyes locked.

“Aria,” he growled His green eyes were blown wide, pupils eating the color, wolf shining through even though he hadn’t shifted.

“You smell like him. Like sex. Like you’ve been fucked raw and you’re still dripping it down your thighs. And yet h