LOGINDear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
Layla’s POVEvery time I thought it was fading, I’d feel Hector twitch inside me once more and my body would shudder with the aftershocks of our orgasms until he swore low under his breath, rolling off me and leaving a telltale slickness between my thighs. If anything, the latter more than convince
Layla’s POVThe sound of rustling fabric as Hector and I breathed, saying nothing, seemed to echo out more loudly in the space surrounding us more than it normally would’ve; and for a split second I feared that this awkwardness would carry out for the rest of our time here together.Then I heard it,
I’d been correct—I felt ridiculous and probably looked worse off—but at that moment, dancing felt right… and so good too.By the time the next Top 40 song rolled around, I was (in my humble opinion, at least) tearing it up on the dance floor as I made a fool of myself with Palmer (who’d given up her
Then he breathed my name.•Hector bounced slightly as I pushed him onto my mattress with perhaps more roughness than I had meant to.To his credit, he didn’t seem to mind this though, and in the next moment I straddled him.He had only a T-shirt on, but his pants and the summer dress I’d picked out







