37

TAYLOR POV

Riding on Dom's back is both thrilling and erotic. The world around me is zipping past just as fast as it did the first time I was in Dom's arms, but back then I didn't have my gaze focused on his back or his overpowering presence.

With every movement he makes, his muscles contract and expand causing his fur to pull tight. And with every glance at his tempting body, I grow hotter and wetter between my legs. There isn't a single part of him that isn't calling out to me. I need him and I can't wait anymore.

"Dom," I whisper urgently, and he growls deep down in his throat causing another ripple of desire to shoot through me.

"Too dangerous," Dom grunts with a tone of finality that makes me want to whimper like a small dog.

He knows what I want and he is saying I can't have it not now anyway, but that answer doesn't seem to make sense in my hormone-controlled mind. What does make sense is the fact I want him. He is mine. I can have him... Because I want him.

I sniff a