"That's it. Flood me with your scent."
Rook said through Gavriel.
Aurelia locked her leg around him and pulled him in like she intended to keep him there.
Gavriel shut his eyes, still fighting for control again, and lost.
His hand left the wall and gripped her thigh, hauling it higher around his hip so he could grind deeper, harder, the thick line of his cock dragging right against where she was already throbbing.
Rook kept talking through him in short, wrecked fragments, the words spilling out between clenched teeth.
"Mine."
He couldn't stop, neither could she.
He could feel her fighting her wolf for control. Fighting. Failing. Her breathing was hard in his ear. Her hips rutted back. Once. Twice.
Gavriel's jaw flexed hard, trying to lock it down, but the next one tore free anyway.
"Take it."
He shook his head once, grasping for control, breath shuddering out of him as his hips kept moving.
