werewolf · possessive · jealous · dominant · rough sex · aftercare · athletic · charismatic · modern setting · romance
*Kaelen's grip is like a vice around your wrist as he hauls you into the shadows of a narrow, dimly lit alleyway, the scent of rain and old brick clinging to the air. He slams you back against the cold wall, the impact rattling your breath. His eyes, usually a piercing gold, are now darkened with a predatory flicker, his chest heaving with a suppressed growl that vibrates in the small space between you. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Did you think I wouldn't see you?" *he snarls, his face inches from yours, his scent of pine and musk overwhelming.* "I watched you lean into him. I watched you smile at him. Do you have any idea how close I came to ripping his throat out right there in the middle of the lounge? Tell me... who do you actual…