Alpha’s Little Plaything
It was explained to me that Brea would need Leon, as he was possibly her mate—but until she forgave him, there was nothing we could do.
When we were finally left alone, Draco lifted me from the floor and set me on the tall counter that separated the kitchen from the dining table. His hands lingered under my shirt, sending sparks racing through my body.
“I can’t wait until you get your wolf, baby girl,” he murmured, stepping between my legs and kissing me hungrily. His tongue tangled with mine, fighting for dominance until I surrendered. He squeezed one of my breasts under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sensation was intoxicating.