Hell, how could this man be so beautiful and powerful at the same time? Maybe she had some sensual history with him before, with him saving her life, but looking at him made Pearl wish she could just make love to Ethan. Wild, amazing sex without regretting something afterward, like how she used to dream of him kissing her and wanting her.Once again, Pearl found herself standing on her tiptoes in the small living room of the little cabin, imagining kissing him.She thought… how I love kissing you passionately… my body was hungry, and you are such a delicious snack. I find you irresistible, Ethan. Given your previous neglect, I wasn't sure what your feelings were towards me emotionally, but I could feel the physical attraction between us tearing its way through your body. And honestly, I didn't need emotion from you. I just needed the base physicality that we'd enjoyed previously.As you held me close, I could feel your erection against my belly, and it made me wild, remembering the ta

Ethan’s lips parted. "Come on, Pearl... You aren’t daydreaming of me fucking you endlessly, are you?" Her eyes widened. The nerve! "Of course, not... I–I’m just thinking about my spell books or something like that," she grumbled to herself. Damn it, was she that obvious? God, she was so wet. Yet, she was bordering on information overload, but Pearl couldn't help herself from learning more about him. She had to divert this conversation before her sanity would overwhelm her sex-deprived mind and she would pounce on Ethan instead. "So, um, have you ever mated with someone before?" She tried not to look at him as she asked the personal question. His lips pulled up into that half smile he always had. That sexy look that demanded her attention. "No. Lycans want to mate for life. Doesn’t always happen. It almost happened for Vergel." His mouth snapped shut as if he wished he could take those words back. Intrigue swirled through her mind, but she could tell he wasn't going to say more a

"Neither can I," she whispered in between soft, longing kisses. "I want you with me always." Had I spoken out loud, or was she reading my thoughts? I couldn’t think straight enough to care about how needy I sounded. I did need her. Her fangs teased my neck, stoking that need. Pearl made a noise that wasn’t even human. "Ethan, taste me," she pleaded. I lifted her mouth from my neck, and she moaned in protest. She clawed at me in wanton desperation, pushing her mouth back to my neck, willing her to bite me. "Fuck." I lifted my head again, bringing my hand up to see how wet my fingers were from her juices. I looked at Pearl. "You clearly are enjoying this." "Shut up," she said and looked away, clearly embarrassed. With my other hand, I grabbed her chin and made her look as I put the wet fingers in my mouth and sucked them. Her eyes were glittering with lust as she watched me suck on her juice. Then, I took my fingers out of my mouth and brought my hand close to her face. "Your tur

To cover up his embarrassment, Ethan asked, "What the hell is this?" He poked the little magical goldfish head, and the fat little fish submerged below the magical bowl, deflating the moment the magic covered his white body. "That’s Bobby," Pearl replied."A magical fish?""Yes, he’s a Northern fish." "The water seems to make him swell up to a life-threatening size." Ethan’s dark brow arched as he watched the fish bob right back to the top, his scales stretching as he blew up so much that his face pressed against the glass, his beady eyes pleading for help. Another push of Ethan’s finger sent the fish back into the safety of his magical bowl. "He’s not very smart, is he?"She shook her head. "He’s sweet though. He just needs a little help in life and some food. More food than any fish needed."Ethan smiled and gave the fish a worried look as he walked across

 It was this delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Ethan’s dominance excited every part of Pearl, but she also wanted him to know he didn’t own the control between them.She arched against him, settling against his thighs as his chest melded against her back. Her spine bowed until her hands pushed through his hair. Pearl’s hands were above her head, gripping his locks tightly as he rocked his hips harder. "Fuck, little Pearl." He released her hair and she released him, both of them relenting to one another. The cool mattress met her fingertips once again as she settled her chest against the blanket. Her palms fisted the sheets. He groaned, his thrust becoming jarring and hard, but he didn't stop for even a second. Heat seared over her skin as his palm skimmed across her hip before drifting lower. His fingers pushed down on her sex, slipping against the base of his