Command of the Wolf
I met Anthony’s look, flooded with gratitude for his bravery to battle with me but also for sharing his painful past because boy, did I get it now.
I licked my mouth, glancing at his, before gently moving forward to touch his mouth, which opened in invitation. The kiss was sweet and tender, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I circled my thumbs over the feathers on his shoulder blades because I’d been desperate to touch his wings, and he almost jolted off the chair at the sensation. Then he purred, like he had for Mischief, and I thrilled at dragging the sound from him. So, sensitive place on an angel, good to know. We both laughed against each other’s mouths.
Who’d have guessed that
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