The Sentinels i can't think of any cool witty titles i'm sorry [M]

The damn Mayfair boy was pulling some smooth moves out of his ass, and the mess of a wolf that stood before him was falling into him again. They weren't even that smooth, were they? What was he doing? Telling her that he didn't want her to go? Gently nipping at her shoulder and licking at her cheeks. For fucks sake dude, make up your mind. 

But she didn't seem to care. She had sobered up, cracked, and was now growing drunk over him all over again.  If he didn't turn her away again, she would lean into him, nipping at the fur of his neck and moving up to his cheek where, she too would gently lap at the salty tears that had hidden themselves among his black fur. "I won't leave if you don't want me to," she murmured, her eyes closing as she nuzzled her head closer to him. She ignored his next question. Her previous answer seemed to sum it up. She'd stay with him as long as he let her. She didn't know if this would mean sharing him with Behati, anyone but that chocolatey bitch. Even if it wasn't for Casmir, she would have to stay. She had found a home among the sandy coastline of Donnelaith, a family of the strange abundance of wolves it homed. She couldn't abandon them. If she was so desperate for a mate and family, she'd find one elsewhere and persuade them in. But it was too much to think about. Right now she only thought of the black male in front of her, and how he smelled as she began to play once again with the fur on his cheeks.