Fancher is at a crossroads where he has one last chance to claim his mate through trickery. He doesn’t feel bad because if he loses her, he fears he will go insane. This wolf will stop at nothing to convince her that they are meant to be together.
Insane is what Skye feels like right now. She is waiting for her fantasy man to come through the door and sweep her off her feet for a night of sensual naughtiness. Skye can’t believe she has agreed to do this and is about to leave when he knocks on the door. One night of pleasure won’t hurt anything, right?
Warning: For mature readers only due to graphic sexual acts and descriptive language.
His heat rushed over her and his lips nibbled at her bottom lip and he then he licked it as if he were asking for entry. Her lips parted and his tongue speared inside her mouth exploring and searching. Skye’s tongue met his, playing and dueling with it.
The man tasted wild, like the outdoors and he smelled like the wind, fresh and scented with the forest.
She could feel his hardness, large and pressing against her making her drenched. One hand cupped her breasts and he rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger. A sharp feeling of need shot through her belly and she ached for him. Never before had she felt the need to be filled by a man like she did at that moment. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he moved his mouth to her already sensitive nipple and tugged on it.
Skye moved her hands to his chest and pinched his nipples lightly. She felt him jerk and she liked it. Her hips arched against him offering him entry but he ignored her movements. He refused to be rushed.
“Oh, God!” She expressed her need.