**Warning: This chapter contains scenes that are sexual in nature, which are suitable for readers 18 years old and above.**
TRISTAN:
Dahlly was behaving strangely… Just now, did I hear her request correctly?...
“Show me your wolf… Let’s mate together in your wolf form.”
“Dahlia,” I said, unable to hide the surprise in my voice and perhaps in my whole face too. I thought she’ll end up laughing and telling me it was all a joke, but she went closer to my right ear and swiveled her tongue while biting on it lightly.
“Let me see him… Let me see your wolf.”
“Dahlia… Are you sick?” I ran my hand into her forehead, but it was useless since my hand was already wet.
Dahlly’s flushed face came into my view again, her seductive lashes fluttering beautifully. “Don’t you want it?... Don’t you want to make love with me?”
Damn it, of course I did! Her sultry voice alone was making me weak all over as she spoke.