My Bestfriends Boyfriend is my Mate.
"We shouldn't be doing this." She croaks, but god did she want to continue.
In denial, she felt his devilish lips crash against her neck.
Dylan held her pinned against the tree; his knee between her thighs; pressed against her most private area.
"Well it's a good thing that I don't follow by the rules then, now is it?" He whispered huskily into her ear.
She was going to burn in hell.
Then again maybe she is already there; and if this is what it feels like to be punished then she would gladly call herself a masochist.
Or maybe she was in denial herself.
"B-But, what about Sam." She whimpers, "She is your girlfriend!"
"Fuck Sam." He whispers hoarsely.
"She is my best friend though..."
"And you are my mate." He growls.
Right now; she swore her skin was made of gasoline, and his touch must be the flame; because everything lit up into a wild fire that she didn't want to be tamed.