Blurb
Another pang of thunder distracted Snow Grimlake from her thoughts as her hands trembled beside her temples. Her eyelids now closed shut.
She could not bear anymore of this. Her eyes started to tear up.
"Does the thunder bother you, little bird?"
The familiar scent woke every fiber of Snow's body as she intently listened to his voice. His voice rasped, breathy, honeyed and almost guttural made every inch of her body tingle. There he stood before the bed still in his ripped dark trousers with a knee propped on the elevated mattress.
Snow failed to answer as her gaze stuck at the curves of his shoulders, the sharp edges of his jaw down to the veins on his arms. She looked away as she took glimpse of the furrows below his stomach where his manhood hid.
She heard a chuckle as the alpha shook his head.
"Answer me, when I talk to you." This time his voice felt enraged.
Snow manages as a nod and affirmed her alpha's orders.
"Yes, alpha."
"Good, little bird."