Fated In Fang And Fur
Ronan stormed over to the rope by his bed and yanked it hard, summoning one of the mistresses who lived in the east wing for nights exactly like this.
Lira arrived within minutes, dark hair loose, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe. She knew the look on his face. She always had. No words were needed. She let the robe drop and climbed onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her.
Ronan took her hard and fast, the way he usually did when the wolf rode him too close to the surface. He buried his face in her neck and thrust deep, growling with every snap of his hips. Her body was warm and soft and wet for him, but it felt… wrong. Empty. He fucked her harder, trying to chase the release he desp