MasukBecause he likes to give. He uses one hand to unzip himself, and then his pants are off. His hand goes to play with me while he teases me with his tongue and mouth. I can feel his fingers plunging inside me, and as they move in and out, he adds a third finger and then a fourth till I am howling his
That's another thing I’ve started doing a lot. Laughing. “Okay, that’s enough.” Austin scoops me up in a bridal hold. “Give her back to me.” He carries me away from the bonfire and the celebration. “Wait, where are we going?” “I have another surprise for you.” He doesn’t take me to the lake, bu
“You don’t have to dance with those idiots.” Austin is getting all ruffled up. “I’m right here. You should be resting.” “It’s funny you say that.” I reach for my heels. “Because when I said I was tired last night, that didn’t stop you, did it?” “That was different!” “Oh, is it?” I say mockingly,
Seline The mating mark does wonders for my healing process, and my first shift occurs during my third month in the pack. It’s while Austin has taken me out for a picnic by the lake. It’s both frightening and exhilarating at the same time, and as the change washes over me, he is right there by my
From the dangerous gleam in my father’s eyes, I doubt it was anything as simple as convincing her to leave. “Can I have a moment alone with my mate?” Austin asks stiffly. I see the irritation my father’s face, but he glances at me. “I’ll be back in a bit. And don’t try to stick soldiers to me agai
“Yeah.” He looks anxious and I sigh. “Why don’t you sit down?” He looks uneasy but does so. “I met your mother.” “Real charmer, isn’t she?” I comment dryly. “Makes me wonder what you were like all those years ago when you got together with her.” That not only breaks the hard ice, but also the wh
And that is how twenty minutes later, I find myself in the park across my apartment, sitting on a swing, down an entire bottle. Getting drunk isn’t as easy when you have shifter metabolism. But one bottle is enough to make me buzzed. And right now, I’m so happily buzzed. I stare at the night sky,
Austin is being ruthless in his handling of me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he forcibly holds my legs apart, eating me with a savagery that is robbing me of my ability to form a single coherent thought. His tongue curls inside me and I let out a pleading cry, and then I feel him pinch my h
“Either you come on your own two feet or I’ll carry you.” I laugh suddenly. “Carry me? Can you ever bear to touch me?” I hear a growl rumble in his throat, and suddenly, I have a very close view of the back of Austin’s shirt as he carries me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Put me down!”
I have to stop speaking, to catch my breath, to take in some air. “You deserve to die a dog’s death!” my mother hisses, a wealth of disdain and satisfaction in her voice. “But not before you pay me back for all those—" “Pay you back?” I almost burst into laughter. “You want me to die a dog’s death







