***[POV: One Wet Wolf?]***
My hands tightened on the tree until I heard the bark splinter and crack. This was another moment where things were usually so different. Where my hired partners would expect me to take some control and help guide them where I felt they needed to be when down there.
But Citra's warning ran into me like the fully loaded train car it was - every time she'd said something like that to me. The emotional threat is so much worse than any physical one.
Her tongue touched the inside of my thigh right as my thoughts took a dive - and I nearly came apart right there as jolts of fire were left on the light saliva trail. A kiss higher up. A sharp bite to the muscle that made me gasp.
Every touch was deliberate, calculated to drive me insane before she did anything else. Keeping me exactly where she wanted me. So frustrating that it was glorious.
