Trouble In Paradise - (Storm's Point of View)

I teleport us to our bedroom, drying myself with magic at the same time I undress, grabbing my mate for a kiss before he is done dumping my clothes. To my relief, he doesn't protest, kissing me back with the same fervor I kiss him with, and even allows me to grind my naked hardness against his clothed one for a few seconds before he pulls away.

"For that little stunt, you don't get to touch me all night. I will do all the touching," he warns.

I gasp. "But-"

"Keep complaining and there will be no touching at all."

My mouth closes sharply, and I watch my mate with beguiling eyes that I hope convey how much I need him to get on with it.

He approaches me slowly, and when he stands in front of me, he warns me, "Remember, if you touch me, it's over. Understand?"

I lick my lips. "Yes, Alpha."