Game on

Tommaso Castello's POV

I couldn't tear my gaze from them. I wanted them on my face, on my lips. I wondered how they tasted, how all of her tasted. Lips, those plump lips reminded me of cherries with how red they were. She bit softly on the bottom and I hissed in anticipation. They looked soft and I wondered if they tasted as they looked, like cherries.

Her soft, cherry lips parted by no words came out or it was my hearing as I could barely concentrate on anything other than her lips. I wanted so badly to taste them, bite them. Pulling her closer, my hands stayed on her slim waist, a perfect for my large hands. Sparks flew between us and I gulped. I finally understood what the elders meant when they said a mate's touch is everything.

She had suddenly gone quiet. I forced my gaze from her boobs to her eyes to find her as immersed as I was. Her eyes trailed down my body and I watched her gulp. She liked what she saw as did I.

"You really are a whore, aren't you?"

I knew the mate bond wa