FATED TABOOS: A Spicy Werewolf Erotica Collection
His hands went automatically to my hips to catch me, and the second his rough palms touched my bare skin where my tank top had ridden up, we both froze.
The contact sent electricity shooting through my whole body. My wolf howled in satisfaction, pressing closer, wanting more.
I could feel every hard plane of his chest and stomach against me. Could feel the heat radiating off him—wolves ran hot, but dominant Alphas ran even hotter. Could smell his scent wrapping around me, dark and woody with an undertone of something wild.
And I could feel his cock, already getting hard, pressing against my inner thigh.
“I missed you,” I whispered against his neck, breathing him in.
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