The Pack's Rebels
It was incredible to watch the beauty of Harithen as he f-ked from the position of observer rather than a participant, the flex of muscle, the expanse of smooth skin, the luxurious tumble of hair…
Farra approached Thaelen, reaching out to the ties of his trousers, and he surrendered, leaning his shoulders against the door as she went to her knees and took him into her mouth whilst he watched Harithen take the other man.
Denus’ chin rested against his chest, his lips hanging slack and his eyes closed, the prince playing with his body with a skill that any vampire would be proud of, Thaelen thought.
He stroked his fingers through Farra’s hair before cupping her jaw, breaking the suction she ha