NO SAINTS HERE
I’m unsure what to say, but my husband’s voice pulls me back.
“Go on. Tell him what you want, babe.”
The tension in the room is deafening. Both men stare at me without blinking.
“I—I want…” My voice shakes. “I desire to have you, Alpha.”
He chuckles, cold and deep. “What a pretty little thing your wife is, Rowan.”
“Wait until you taste her, brother,” my husband hisses back.
Then he holds my hand, our skin entwined, and I can’t help but bite down the excitement. It’s happening.