26. Pressured Sweetless

"I'm sorry." Jerome held Gabriella in his arms. "I can't."

Gabriella snorted, "Can't or won't Alpha?"

Jerome's eyes narrowed, he had been holding off ravaging her because he knew she wasn't ready. Now he had a very angry femme on the verge of need before him. He questioned whether the Goddess loved or hated him at this point.

"Gabriella, I-"

"It's our wedding night Alpha! Are you too tired?" Gabriella queried.

Jerome bit his tongue. She had no idea how close he was to throwing caution to the wind and just- the twitch below his waist told him he was more than ready. It was really uncomfortable and he could smell the only relief he wanted.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered.

Gabriella's eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

"Take your clothes off or I will," Jerome raised a partially shifted finger ready to rip her pretty dress off.