The Lone Wolf Is The Fated Mate Of The Alpha

pple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled

ighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small

r still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She reste

aring the man's voice-being the only thing other than his arms that she knew-echoed through her, mak

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e sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contra

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ss her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting p

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weakly, panting, and lo

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ses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if th

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hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both ha

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in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whi

f them male and definitely stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any

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us on her. She dare not look up. She dare NOT look at them. After she took the current table's order she turned, tr

Kathy came from around, carrying empty plates. Jessica gulpe

opped and looked at her, not c

tried to keep the fear out of her

ming back before her, looking at her wrist watch

things to do. I'm still looking for a stable place to live." That was the tru

ainty, thinking about it. She then huffe

emed to relax a bit of the tension s

se serve those gentlemen

the very object

nd her body shook. She wanted to cry, she was so afraid. She was going to die. Not here in the café maybe, but she was defin

to fight the dread and tightness in her chest as she turned an

s she

n sitting down at the table. The one of the edge that was facing her looked up at her first, his light

sitting down, she could tell that he was a big guy. Taller than t

t though he didn't look like he carried a lot of brawn on him, he

ey looked thicker in muscle than the other two; the one that sat closest to the wi

ttered-made all of them turn their attention to her, their eyes seemed

ll was silent as she took her pen and pad out from her apron, trying to avoid shaking or dropping an