“Does it hurt now?" he asked, his tone rough and seductive."No." She shook her head again and sighed, trying to pretend his touch didn't make her uncomfortably wet.He grinned. "So...what's with the heavy breathing?”

“His fingers snaked between them and found her clit. His thumb pushed against her even as his cock shoved inside in a thrust that had her gasping.“Come for me.” His whisper.Her eyes opened. When had she closed them? Lora met his stare. “Make me.” A taunt. One she’d never given a man before. What the hell was her problem? What was she—He pulled on her clit. Thumb and forefinger, tugging, then pressing, pushing down with just the right force as his cock thrust into her, again and again.His hips bucked. Then his eyes went wild, and he came.So did she.”

“I’m Jace.” He let her see his own fangs. “And you’re mine.” A claim made before all the wolves in the room. From now on, any wolf who touched her would face him—and death.She swallowed and tilted her head back to better meet his stare. “Hello, husband.”The wolf within growled…Mine.”

“I’ve been dying to know,” he said again, “how you taste.”Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her.Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn!Yes, she wanted.The control she’d held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.”

“Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her.Wow, didn’t realize the man was so strong, didn’t know—She licked his throat.Screw it.Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex.She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep.So deep.She bit her lip to hold back the scream.Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.”

“Yeah – so maybe we should all give up on love and get on witheverything else,’ she sighed. She turned her head towards me andsquinted through the glare of the sun. ‘Why don’t we?”

“Unfortunately, Erica's talent was acting, his writing, and gauging by her superior smirk, she was a reader, too, and he an open book.”