#Chapter 141 - Ella Learns to Talk Dirty

Ella Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t make demands, he simply lets me process the dilemma and keeps me from breaking my skin with my new fangs. His gentle affection gives me the confidence I need, and I shift a bit closer, craving his steady strength. “Can I please touch you?” I inquire shakily, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes. “Touch me where?” Sinclair replies, his deep bass vibrating through my overheated body as his lip quirks up. I feel as though I’ve been doused in boiling water, and I’m sure he knows it. “Here.” I say, gesturing to the huge hard member between his legs. “Uh-uh trouble, if you want to do it, you’ve got to give me the words.” Sinclair replies, stroking my spine with his free hand