“No.” He backed away. “I might hurt you.”
She closed her legs and stood, even though she swayed a moment.
“Is your wolf content right now?” she asked.
He rubbed at his chest and shook his head. “No, but I’m not going to lose it to the point where I shift. Not yet anyway.”
“Then why don’t we head to the bedroom and you can put more of your scent on me. You can come on me without fucking me, right?” she asked.
His cock was still hard, and he nodded.
Olivia took his hand and led him into the bedroom, then she spread out across the bed. “Do whatever you need to do in order to calm your wolf. I won’t break, Torren. If you need to fuck me, then do it. If you can jerk off and just cover me in cum, then get to it.”
He snorted a little and shook his head. “You should be freaking the hell out and throwing me out the front door right now.”
“Or maybe I want you as much as you want me,” she said. “Now. Take what you need. I’m giving myself to you freely.”
It was all he needed to join her on the bed, and over the next two days, there wasn’t a single inch of her that he didn’t mark in some way.
