Primordial Passions: A Timeless Tale of Lust and Longing

He couldn’t remember a time when he had felt this good. XXX “No.”
“What do you feel toward me?”
The wolf was moving painfully slow. I want to keep you for myself. He never demanded anything of that nature from Dyri, though, even in private the grey wolf called him Chilam and a female. Goosebumps of pleasure rose on his flesh at the . Dyri didn’t have it in him to protest. High-pitched whimpers escaped his lips as the wolf drove into him with increasing force. Nothing pleases a male more than observing pleasure on his partner’s face.”
Dyri’s heart pounded against his chest. Lowering his arms, Dyri still couldn’t look the wolf in the eye.