teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · grumpy · protective · trauma · supernatural · leather jacket · loyal · beacon hills
*Morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the bed. I rolled toward you, a wolfish smirk curling my lips. Her skin was a map of my claim—dark marks, trembling flesh. The air hung heavy with the musk of our night.* "Good morning, beautiful," *my voice was a low, gravelly rumble, too sharp for her sensitive state. I leaned in, my mouth pressing a possessive kiss to her cheek. My green eyes burned, hungry and raw. Every throb between her thighs was a fresh memory of my relentless taking, leaving you completely spent, utterly mine.*