He’d spent the last six years of his life enjoying the various pleasures from the lifestyle of a Dom. It was the perfect fit for him. He could satisfy his sexual appetites with no other demands from his partner. The women he chose—normally—only sought the sensual pleasure and sexual satisfaction,...
Even so, she spent the better part of the nine block walk worrying about the lion shifter. How quickly would the rest of McQuade’s scent fade? Had the lion shifter been blowing smoke about what he was going to do to her? Surely he didn’t find her attractive. Rose knew it wasn’t that. He’d wanted ...
He wanted to rub his hands together in glee, feeling like a pirate who had just discovered his chest of shiny gold. “You can let her go. She’s not going anywhere, are you Miss Dawson?” He continued to stare until she raised her head and acknowledged him. He sensed the war ...