"I didn't come on purpose," I quickly said. "If you want, I can continue from where I left off. Just give me a second!"
I wanted to sound more peevish, but it was hard when my limbs were feeling loose and easy, and I was still basking in the afterglow of one of the strongest orgasms I had felt.
Then again, it wasn't as though I had a lot of orgasms, to begin with― I was a highly unpopular pack servant who functioned more like a human punching bag than any desirable werewolf with a mate intent on giving me pleasure.
Well. Now I had a mate intent on giving me pleasure, but only someone completely daft would have missed the threat in his words. He was somehow going to make an entirely pleasurable act a living hell.
I might not know much about what went on between mates in the bedroom, but I'm pretty sure no mate blamed the other for orgasming earlier.
