THE WEREWOLF AND VAMPIRE'S MATE
I say the last part out of breath.
Jon doesn't waste another second. Clothes vanished, I didn’t care how. I am bare under him, his hands on my thighs, spreading me wide across the large bed.
My back arches when he dips down, licking a long, slow stripe up my center, his tongue flicking wickedly at my clit until I bucked.
I barely have time to breathe before he is face to face with me.
“Look at me, Aurora,” Jon said.
I open my eyes, and there he was. Wild, golden-eyed, trembling with restraint.
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