Rutledge Werewolves 1: Scent Of Passion - Plot & Excerpts
She wasn’t heavy, but while she napped he had been deep in thought and now some of his rapidly cooling muscles complained.He couldn’t deny the huge feeling of possession welling inside him. He felt ecstatic that she trusted him enough to fall asleep on him, and he knew he could build slowly and carefully on this trust. After all, he had five or six months for them to get to know each other, to learn about each other. They were certainly in no rush right now.Artemais felt a tug on his heart when Sophie sleepily raised her head and smiled down at him. Moving her hand to push her sleep-tousled curls from her eyes, he felt his heart beat faster. She looked adorable. When she laughed aloud and commented, “Don’t you ever carry condoms?” he felt a slight shiver of warning.He and his brothers had never been sick, never had any sort of human illness. Years ago his grandfather had explained that no werewolf in their pack for as far back as he could recall had ever carried a human disease.
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