#Chapter 113 - Not Even In Our Dreams

Sinclair When I wake, it’s to the feeling of Ella’s round bottom undulating against my hard cock. Her back is flush to my chest, her naked body perfectly cushioned by my much larger form on one side, and the boundary of her nest on the other. I have no doubt I was already swollen with arousal when she roused, as sleeping beside her every night is an ever-increasing challenge, especially now that our relationship has become overtly romantic. I fell asleep with her honeyed nectar still lingering on my tongue, after yet another session of pleasuring Ella unconscious to try and pacify her wolf. I open my eyes, tightening my arms on the sweet bundle and trying to silence the excited growls of my wolf. Such a needy little mate. He’s crooning. My Ella. Mine, mine, mine. It hasn’t escaped his notice that my mouth is mere inches away from her lovely neck. So close, it would be so easy, so simply. Just one little bite. I rumble in sympathy, pressing my lips to that special juncture where