a's

te his transformation-those crimson eyes, elongated fangs, and the d

I found him utt

ers itched to trace them. His words barely registered in my min

e cut through the silence a

pped into the Bloodmoon Pack's ter

e beneath. The cold air prickled my skin, raising goosebumps, my nipples hardening against the thin fabri

ent, as though I were nothing mo

I finally stood before him, the scent of raw masculinity and faint t

essing flush against the hard muscle. I could feel

voice dark. "Women who get close to me d

. "I don't know anything about r

ed in his eyes-to

curve of his chest coming into view. By the third, his firm pectoral muscles were fully bared to the air. His

patterns shifted under my fingers, alive and restless. My chest

d in a husky whisper, his

re chest, feeling the steady but quickening rhythm of his heartbeat. My palm was slig

s me," he sud

atively flicked my tongue, tracing his lower lip. His taste made my head spin, and without

a dead fish. Lick me, Lena

ng grew noticeably heavier. My body pressed forward of its own accord, my lace-covered breasts r

name, my voice so soft and

ne in a relentless, sucking rhythm. My breath was stolen instantly, my lungs burning as if they might burst, leaving me with nothing but bro

gasped weakly between breaths, b

e red and swollen, my vision unfocused,

legs trembling so badly from the

Now, stick out your to

e of tobacco mixed with his warmth sent another clench through my stomach. My panties w

e tobacco..." I admitt

and held up two more fingers in front

over each knuckle before reaching the fingertip, then moving to the middle finger. Strands of saliva stretc

, my thighs instinctively tightening-only to be f

igging in slightly, as if restraining something. "Since you've behaved well up here," his knee mercilessly wedged between m

pressure made my lips clench violently beneath the lace, a rush o

slid between my thighs, his rough fingertips pressing against the thin l

through me in electric waves, my inner walls spasming as more wetness gushed out, soaking his fingers and my panties enti

he commanded, his fingers ne

first revealing my thighs, then the damp lace clinging obscenely to my swollen folds. The cold a

g I'd never heard before, his fingers now dragging

istently against my thigh, hot and thick. His breathing had deepened, his chest ris

yet my body arched shamelessly into his touch

ain wrenching a cry from my lips. The flicker of desire in hi

oug

ed back, colliding with the cold wall to steady

s impossible to ignore. Yet he acted as if nothing had happened, methodically buttoning

, cutting like shards of ice. "Did you think mimickin

ze. "Your room is in the west tower. Someone will take you there. Remember your task-you are here

ible. Clutching my still-throbbing wris

d from my expression. My heart hammered wildly, but no longer from fear alone-I had

g clarity just how deep my own hunger for th

tered. I hadn't fled like a madwoman. What unsettled me most was that even after his cruel humiliation, my body still ached for his

ed me-and thrilled me. Luke, my mate,

n the Bloodmoon Pack, I kne

was to give them

ch