Chapter 87 — No Going Back

• ~ TESS ~
• The pressure in my stomach builds, a delicious heaviness coiling tighter with each of Killan's thrusts. I meet him, stroke for stroke, chasing the explosion I know is just ahead. His cock rubs all the best places inside me, his fingers playing my clit like he knows me better than I know myself.
• The wolf inside me stirs, rising to meet the moment—and I don’t fight it. We blend, our instincts syncing.