Romans & histoires Dally Winston

Dalton’s point of view: I was dying. There was no other way to describe it. This unparalleled pleasure that crashed over me and all around me made my wolf stir so much to break free that controlling him was way beyond my capability. Cassandra’s mouth felt hot, clever and wicked. And even more urgent that it had been in every one of my futile fantasies that I’d imagined in the last few days I’d stayed away from her, even while I’d thought that staying away from her would be best but after knowing that she was my destined mate…