ALPHA MAVERICK'S POV
Without wasting another second, Reaper placed his hand under her butt cheeks, positioning her in a way so that our manhood was rubbing against her desire-aching p*ssy, and I clenched my fists.
'Reaper! Come back. You have no idea how wrong this can go. She isn't ready for this,' I told him, but to no avail did he listen before he removed his mouth from her neck, looking straight into her eyes.
"Hello, mi amore, I am Reaper," He introduced himself shamelessly, and I could see the fear appearing in her eyes immediately.
No. No. No. This isn't right.
"Reaper? Wolf?" She mouthed those words softly, and my wolf nodded his head.
