#wolfhyde

Tyler, texting: Princess, I am showering.

Enid: *video calls*

Wolfhyde taking a stroll in the woods hehe

Territorial was part of the werewolf package, but when she had her sights on something, she vowed no matter the cost it would be hers. She’d like to think she’s grown out of that mindset. After all, “sharing is caring.”

But as she straddles Tyler’s body to the ground, catching his hands in hers and pinning them above his head, she thinks maybe there’s some truth to “finders-keepers.”

“Sinclair,” he growls. His quick and heavy breaths pound in her ears, his chest rising and falling in rapid cadence with hers.

She knows she’s affecting him in some way and it’s addicting, to know she can make him react. Her skin burns where they touch as she presses further into him, fabric between them be damned. He's all she can feel, and she doesn’t want to move.

She finds herself moving towards his neck, muscles taut with restrain, and places a kiss on his clavicle. Up, up, behind his ear. His breath hitches.

“Someone’s got to make a move, Tyler,” she whispers. A low rumble reverberates in his throat at the sound of his name. She leans back just enough to capture his eyes in hers. She hadn’t noticed how thick his lashes were or how the brown of his irises mixed with green and gold. She can’t look away.

Tyler’s lips part. “We have to be somewhere right now,” he forces out. His leg rising to meet her in between says otherwise. It makes her dizzy with confidence and…want.

She dips down, a ghost of a breath away from him. “We can’t work together if we don’t release—”

His mouth forcefully collides with hers and she slots her lips to let him in.

like girl would be questioning the ethics of it