Chapter 78: A Sinful Storm - Part【1】

"Phobos." I pant ardently soft sensual whimpers parting my swollen lips as I nervously peek through the shadows into the pack anxious that they would discover us.

The unyielding male simply seizes my jaw urging me to meet his eyes for the third time. "What has you so occupied when your male has his hands on your flesh?" He questions.

I peek up at him with wide doe eyes pleading him to set me free, he has caged me here for some time now not permitting me to flee expertly barring my every path of escape. "I-I have to train."

"Training can wait." He utters crowding me further into the tree bending down repositioning his face he attempts to make love to my mouth to continue his heated session of stroking me in all naughty places, my full breasts my fluid glazed inner thighs and my dripping sodden cunt.