Is it just another cliché? Or is it more mature content?
Let's be honest...it's the latter!
Notable Rankings 3/30/2020
#13 in lonewolf
#42 in boxing
Excerpt:
I was self-aware he could see everything, and his hot breath between my thighs made it hard...
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"C'mon, make it work! Shift!"
I was crouched in the grass now, Declan not too far off as I'd just awarded him a harsh verbal lashing for watching me frolic around a meadow in the nude as I liked to do in my free time.
"Denali, you are picking a superb time to shut down!" I grumbled aloud as I crossed my arms tighter over my chest and let out a pitiful groan. What the hell? How was this even possible? I could morph into a fucking dog and run around the forest but heaven forbid I turn back into a human with clothes on!
"If you'd allow me to turn around," I heard Declan impatiently say from nearby and I felt my body respond with a yes while logically I responded with...
"Fuck off."
"-I could probably help you. I've been doing this a while," Declan reasoned with me, and I shot him a heated glare over my bare shoulder.
"What's that? Stalking girls in the nude?"
"For the love of Christ, would you let it go?" He groaned. I quirked my head. I didn't like his tone.
Just as I opened my mouth to argue with him once more, my stomach let out the most horrendous, deadly noise that could have shaken the forest. When the rumbling was done, I let out a frightened squeak.
"I imagine you're probably famished after last night," Declan turned around and I flattened myself against the ground. Oh...Why did he have to look so...good..."You didn't give me a chance to explain when I found you, just started lecturing me on modesty and respecting women."
"Well, I was naked and you started appraising me like a piece of jewelry at an auction," I retorted, eyes narrowing on him, but I couldn't keep my gaze severe. He was dressed, but only in the bare essentials: a pair of gym shorts and a ripped muscle shirt.
There was that devilish grin that traced over his face, and sent a shock straight through my body, lingering at my core.
"It's a bit hard to control my behavior around you, little one, I'll admit...last night you led us astray and I promised myself and my wolf that when I finally found you I was going to punish you for making me lose a night of sleep."
Why did the word 'punishment' sound so delectable? Why did it evoke excitement instead of fear? Why was I not scared?
"I'm still naked, Declan," I pointed out, trying to be matter of fact and remind him that this conversation needed to make a change. Yes, logic would be best here. Remind him of this awkward scenario so he would-,
