His Mate Or His Step-Sister
I hated to admit it but it was tearing me apart inside to hold back from doing more than just lying still, feeling her gentle breaths against my skin and her heartbeat echoing softly in my ears — keeping her close and warm until the effects of the fruits wore off.
A part of me, a part I desperately wanted to bury deep inside, knew that if my mate wasn't watching, if I was certain that she couldn't see everything happening right now, there was a strong chance I would have succumbed to the temptation and taken my step-sister right here, in these secluded, quiet woods. That harsh revelation shakes my entire world, leaving me dazed and confused.
What the fuck was wrong with me?