Ford was so close to her that Talia smelled the intoxicating aroma of his cologne and the beer he was drinking. As strange as it was, the dual scents complemented each other to the point her arousal spiked and she had to clench her thighs together. What was worse was the fact she knew damn well he could smell how wet she was and what he did to her body. Her reaction to him was not something she was used to. Never had she met a man, human or shifter, that had made her feel so … free. All around them there was a plethora of scents, some viler than others, but there nonetheless. The smell of sex somewhere nearby alerted her that there were people out that didn’t care about where they fucked. They were so worked up by each other they just couldn’t wait to be alone and had to relieve that ache. This was one of those times she actually she wished she was more wanton and took what she wanted, and what she wanted was the bear shifter right in front of her. Licking her lips, she could only think about one thing, and that had nothing to do with her brother’s wedding, or the bitch who would soon be her sister-in-law.
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