Sinful Thoughts
I playfully rolled my eyes, cheeks flushing.
Noah was standing next to Jax, a spitting image but with that intense look in his eye. It gave me chills every time I looked at him.
“They’re both so good in bed,” I said.
She pressed herself into my side, a glass of wine in her hand. “I bet. They’re so hot.”
“Says the girl who is mated to Roman,” I said, giggling.
Roman was standing at the door by the kitchen, waving off the last alphas and lunas. His biceps were flexed against his velvet green shirt, and his hair was curled slightly on his forehead.