Huddled in her wolf form under a threadbare blanket, she shivered despite the growing late summer heat in the hideaway she’d made beneath a narrow cot in one of the unoccupied huts in the compound. Maybe it was only psychological, but it always seemed cold here in the darkest part of the forest, ...
Oh, holy hell. Bliss. Sheer. Soaring. Bliss. Hard, strong, rough, smooth. Gentle. So gentle. Commanding and brutal. But careful, terribly careful. As if he were consciously preventing himself from overpowering her whenever he felt himself grow too fierce, too alpha-dominant, too ready to stamp he...
“Emma,” he murmured. He wrapped his arms around her narrow waist, the tops of his fists deliberately brushing the curved undersides of her breasts through layers of clothing. One day he’d peel every stitch from her. The sooner the better. “Please, my lord.” Her feebl...