A moan escaped Valerie as Alpha Denzel's body pinned hers on the bed. He sucked the crook of her neck, ensuring to leave a hickey.
The thought of marking her crossed his mind several times in this intimate position, but he was a man of his word, wanting her wolf to return to her before marking her.
His arm slipped to her back, lifting her to a sitting position, and his fingers were about to pull down the zip of her dress when he stopped. This was neither his nor Valerie's room, making it inappropriate to get intimate there.
Not wanting to ruin the heavy, desirous atmosphere, he also could not instantly carry her to his or her room. His intent gaze met hers. "Val, there are some words you just can't throw around." His tone was serious, but Valerie was rather confused.
"What are you talking about?"
