Maggie grinned as she buried her fingers in his hair, and kissed him back hungrily. She held him fast, her lips sucking on his, fingers digging into his scalp, mound gyrating feverishly against his rock-hard cock. All rational thought escaped him. He immersed himself in the delight of Maggie’s curves.Her hands moved down his back to tug at his shirt impatiently. When her hands slipped between their bodies and unfastened his pants. Both hands thrust into his open fly and pulled his cock free. She stroked him up and down vigorously between her palms, her fingertips dancing against his flesh. Jesus, he liked it rough like that. His breath caught in the back of his throat.Her fingers tangled in the moist hair at his nape, and she exulted in the knowledge that she had done this to him.‘Kiss me,’ she said, discovering confidence in herself she’d never known before. She reached up to him, finding his breathless mouth with hers, and with another muffled oath he cradled her face between his

Walden never expected to feel so much calm and peace in his heart after visiting Conor’s grave. He knew he’d done the right thing by facing the last of his fears to visit the night shadow cemetery, and now he’s glad he did.He returned to the packhouse that afternoon to see how things were going, as he’d been absent for the last two days, things hadn’t changed pretty much as all of his followers had done well to keep the activities together while he was with his love, Maggie. Which reminds him…He took a stroll through the pack house halls to the royal chambers, and then to the big bedroom he’d placed her in, not too far from his own.“How is my love doing?” He asked as he met her in the room. She was still folding up the last of her belongings, out of the luggage and into the bedroom drawers.“Where did you go? You suddenly disappeared right after breakfast,” she stated after their brief kiss. “I had some urgent matters to take care of. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know before I went