Mirko's Dominance Suffused the Room

Mirko's packmates shouldered into my tiny living room, their combined lust growing in response. The distracting sight of so many swelling, responsive cocks caused me to nearly sway on my feet. Every single wolf forgot about the unconscious male on the floor. Mirko growled deep in his throat, irritated by my tempting of his pack. He closed the distance between us, started to cover me with his jacket. But I wanted his dominance to corral me. I wanted him inside of me. And when he reached out and cupped my belly, it was too much for me. She slapped his face, hard enough that she felt the sting of it in her palm.