“You know I love you with everything I am, and everything I ever will be?” Sinclair inquires, searing me with his emerald gaze. “You know you’re my whole world, and I’d be lost without you?” I counter, blinking back tears. Sinclair answers me with a ferocious kiss, and then it starts: Every lie, e
Ella “Please, please, please?” I beg, resting my forehead on my forearms. “Hmm,” Sinclair rumbles thoughtfully, swatting my raised bottom with one powerful hand, while the other skillfully moves between my legs. He’s been at this for more than half an hour, though at first it was only a punishment
“Wait,” I object, wanting to pause, but not for the reason Sinclair thinks. He looks up from his lazy exploration of my breasts, giving me his full attention. “I really am sorry for everything that happened while you were away.” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his dark hair, “for everything I did.
3rd Person “You can’t be serious.” James stared at Roger in shock, not believing his own ears. “It’s just a possibility we have to consider.” The new Beta replied gently. “Trust me, no one wants it to be true.” “Are you suggesting that I might have been responsible for bringing the wolves who att
Isabel jolted slightly, as if she was so busy trying to cope with his sudden proximity that she wasn’t prepared to hear his deep voice as well. Her bright gaze flitted up to his before retreating again. “Hello.” She answered, turning her back and making herself busy folding laundry. A lock of aubur
3rd Person James froze, staring at Isabel in shock and amazement. “Are you serious?” He inquired, not wanting to get his hopes up in case it was all a jest, or some strange test. Isabel only flushed, starting to backtrack. “I… well, I just thought… I mean–” She stammered, looking anywhere but at
Sensing that no one was in immediate danger, Roger relaxed slightly, taking full advantage of the opportunity to soothe her. “I’ve got you, just take a minute. I’m not going anywhere.” “Liar!” Cora accused breathlessly, pointing a finger at him. “You’re… flying back… to the continent.” “I meant I’
Ella Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Sinclair’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spi