Curse of a Lycan Luna
"The big, bad wolf is really just a teddy bear under all that fur, isn't he?"
It took all of a second to have my hand around her throat, dragging her over to me. Positioned on her stomach over my lap, I couldn’t help but massage down her thigh while I taunted her. The other was in her hair, craning her neck back so she could make eye contact with me.
“Picked a bad day to wear a skirt, don’t you think?” I chided, letting my hand creep up to grope one cheek.
“What?” Maise laughed. “All talk, no action? You need a way out because you figured out the big, bad wolf can’t follow through?”
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