Chapter 69

When Oliver came back, he was clearly still high from the fight. He stayed in his wolf form, tackled me to the ground, and tore my dress apart. “Stop… Oliver… ah…” His rough tongue was all over my skin, and I trembled, begging him to shift back into his hybrid form. Panting hard, he finally snapped out of it and turned back into the handsome guy I knew. His hands moved fast between my legs. As soon as he heard me moan, he didn’t hesitate to replace his fingers with something much thicker. That night, I legit lost count of how many times he made me come. It was like my whole body lost control — every nerve ending just lit up and kept going. I had no idea how long he kept going after I passed out. When I came to, I was flat on the bed, barely able to lift a finger, like I’d been chewed up and spit out by some wild beast. “You’re awake,” Oliver said suddenly. I turned my head, glaring at him. He sat beside me, looking totally guilty. He held some ointment and started gently rubbing it int