Aline Hunter

“Pinkie.” He placed the pad of his index finger over her mouth. “There is nothing more important in this world to me than you and there never will be. Not our children. Not the any of the packs or prides. Only you.”

“Hang on, Ava mine. From here on in, it’s going to be one hell of a ride.”

“She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you have a preference?”Christ, was she insane?“I’d love to feel at least one part of you without latex between us.”

“What about the support group? What if I decide I’m not ready to leave?”“It won’t take me long to find somewhere else to go.”“You’d be willing to do that?”“To have you beneath me? To hear you scream my name? To go down on you, lick you from bottom to top and finally see if you taste as good as you smell?” He smiled when her lips parted in shock and her eyeswent wide. “I’d give up group altogether, sweetheart.”

“If it were physically possible for her jaw to drop, her chin would have kissed the floor. “You brought me here to ask if I’d have sex with you?”“I brought you here to tell you that if you’ll let me, I’ll remove any traces of the past. When I get startedyou won’t be able to think about anything but me. When we’re done you’ll realize how lucky you could make some bastard if you’d spend your Friday nights out with the girls instead of a support group.”

“This man didn't sweeten his words to get to the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Instead he rode the colorful rays at his own pace, made the sky his bitch and took everything he wanted when he was good and ready.”